Chapter Thirty-Two
A man carrying a valise exited the church. Wintersmith followed a few seconds later.
Violet gave a gleeful little skip in the air and set off after the man, skimming above the rooftops, keeping pace as he strode along Jermyn Street. The man looked over his shoulder before turning into St. James’s Street. He didn’t see Wintersmith. Violet had to look twice to see him herself; he was slipping stealthily from shadow to shadow.
The man led them to the nearest hackney stand, where several carriages waited. He climbed into one. The jarvey flicked the reins and the hackney trundled off.
Wintersmith ran to the next carriage. His voice floated up to her: “Follow that hackney!”
Violet gave chase, east along Piccadilly and then north, up Old Bond Street. The hackney crossed Ox
