Chapter 86
“And is Fowlson the one who brought him in?” Kartik asks. Toby shakes his head. “Fowlson’s ’is minder. Somebody at the top asked for it. A gen’leman.” He points to the sky. “High up.” “Do you know who?” “Naw. Tha’s all I know.” “I want to find this gentleman,” I insist. “Fowlson reports to ’im. ’E’s the one ’oo knows.” Footfalls echo in the fog behind us. They’re joined by a jaunty whistle that makes my blood run cold. Kartik’s eyes narrow. “Toby.” The filthy boy offers a shrug and a sad smile as he backs away. “Sorry, mate. ’E give me six pounds, and m’mum’s dreadful sick.” “Well, well, well, what ’ave we ’ere? Back from the dead, brother?” A pair of black boots shine under the lamp’s light. Mr. Fowlson emerges from the shadows, flanked by a large man. Coming up the other side of
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