21
Down an alley, a red glow caught my attention. It was a brazier full of glowing coal. On top of it a griddle, by the looks of things, with sizzling food of some kind. Fish, to judge by the smell. A man stood nearby. Getting on in years, he had a lean stringy build. He wore a stained waistcoat with a watch chain over his rags. A violin and an accordion lay by his side on a rag on the cobbles.
‘You lot wait here by the entrance to the alley,’ said Maya. ‘Zack’s in charge while I’m gone.’
With a shrug and a smile I assumed command. Jed wasn’t impressed but didn’t say anything.
Maya walked over to the brazier and approached the man crouching near it. At his side on the cobbles was a wicker basket containing two moorhens, each with a razor spur attached to one of its feet.
Maya was soon
