Chapter Twenty-one
Lucky spoke in low tones to Ian and Marcus, as their skiff neared the dock at Barlowe Marine. He and Ian knew how easily sound carried over the water. “I have no idea what I’m looking for. Barlowe usually leaves the office well before dark, where his servant and carriage are waiting for him near the front of the office building, presumably to bring him to his home. Potts leaves at dark and walks toward the village where he lives in rooms behind his mother and aunt’s home. The former constable is now the security chief for the shipyard, and always last out, locking the premises for the night.
“My gut tells me I’ll find something in there. I don’t know what, but I hope we can use it to help Mary,” Lucky said. “And it’s why you two are here with me. I need you to be my lo
