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“Still, nothing.” Dryden took him by the arm and guided him to his carriage. “I’ll send Lady Dryden and the girls after her. With Webb—” The man’s voice broke. He glanced away, obviously struggling to recover his composure. “It will do them all some good to have something else to worry about,” he managed to finish. Without another word he walked to his own carriage, his back straight and his head held high.
Giles found Monty settled into the leather seat of his carriage. “To the duke’s house, Michaels,” he instructed his driver, pulling himself into the carriage.
Neither man said much as the well-lit square outside the Dearsley town house gave way to the dark streets of London. It was well past nine now, the night plunging the alleys and byways into murky depths.
“Giles, I suppose I won’t be proposing to my lady now. Wouldn’t seem right for me to be married and you still a free man.” Monty wiped his forehead.
Giles knew he should thank the troublesome girl. He hadn’t wanted this marriage, at least not just yet, though inevitably honor would hold him fast in keeping his father’s dying wish.
“Come now,” Monty chided. “We’ve got hours before your ship leaves on this
business
trip, so why not make a night of it?” The man stuck his short legs out in front of him.
Giles knew he could never get rid of Monty now, not without a lot of questions. Just maybe his friend might come in handy. “What would you say to looking up the Brazen Angel tonight?”
Monty perked right up. “Now, that’s a capital idea. Where do you propose we start?”
Giles looked out the window gauging where they were. “Delaney lives near here, doesn’t he?”
Monty looked out the carriage window. “I daresay he does. Though we won’t find him home tonight. His mother is visiting in the country, and with her out of town he’s been seen at every wicked club from Covent Garden to Saint James Street.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Giles opened the trapdoor and gave new instructions to Michaels. A few minutes later the Trahern carriage rolled to a stop a block from the Delaney house. The street was empty. From their vantage point they had a clear view of the house. Settling back in his seat, Giles explained his plan to Monty.
Two hours later the duke remained unconvinced. “You say since the Angel didn’t get Delaney’s money last night, she’d risk her neck for it tonight?”
Giles nodded. “I suspect so.”
Monty waved his hand. “That makes no sense whatsoever. You said yourself that her predictability would be her downfall. She’s never appeared two nights in a row. Just once a month, under the light of the full moon. What makes you think she’d change her plans now?”
“You’ve forgotten your Angel went home empty-handed last night. She hasn’t the time to find a new victim. I think she chooses her targets very carefully. She’ll come back to Delaney. If the look I saw on his face last night is any indication, she knows she’ll have no trouble enticing him.”
“Oh.” Monty shook his head. “Poor girl, the risks she takes.”
The sound of carriage wheels rolling along the cobbled street brought both of them up in their seats. A fancy gilt contraption, emblazoned with the Delaney crest, rolled to a stop in front of the large stone house.
Giles took a deep breath, his heart beating with excitement. This was the part of his business he missed, the quiet waiting for the hunt to begin, then the pounding exhilaration of the chase.
But tonight was more than that, though he wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone.
His curiosity to see her again ran high. He might scoff at Monty’s infatuation, but he understood his friend’s reaction.
The Brazen Angel was every man’s fantasy. And yet, now that he knew she could possibly be connected to Webb’s death, his attraction to her grew cold.
Dammit, how could he be attracted to a woman who may have betrayed his best friend and
“Still, nothing.” Dryden took him by the arm and guided him to his carriage. “I’ll send Lady Dryden and the girls after her. With Webb—” The man’s voice broke. He glanced away, obviously struggling to recover his composure. “It will do them all some good to have something else to worry about,” he managed to finish. Without another word he walked to his own carriage, his back straight and his head held high.
Giles found Monty settled into the leather seat of his carriage. “To the duke’s house, Michaels,” he instructed his driver, pulling himself into the carriage.
Neither man said much as the well-lit square outside the Dearsley town house gave way to the dark streets of London. It was well past nine now, the night plunging the alleys and byways into murky depths.
“Giles, I suppose I won’t be proposing to my lady now. Wouldn’t seem right for me to be married and you still a free man.” Monty wiped his forehead.
Giles knew he should thank the troublesome girl. He hadn’t wanted this marriage, at least not just yet, though inevitably honor would hold him fast in keeping his father’s dying wish.
“Come now,” Monty chided. “We’ve got hours before your ship leaves on this
business
trip, so why not make a night of it?” The man stuck his short legs out in front of him.
Giles knew he could never get rid of Monty now, not without a lot of questions. Just maybe his friend might come in handy. “What would you say to looking up the Brazen Angel tonight?”
Monty perked right up. “Now, that’s a capital idea. Where do you propose we start?”
Giles looked out the window gauging where they were. “Delaney lives near here, doesn’t he?”
Monty looked out the carriage window. “I daresay he does. Though we won’t find him home tonight. His mother is visiting in the country, and with her out of town he’s been seen at every wicked club from Covent Garden to Saint James Street.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Giles opened the trapdoor and gave new instructions to Michaels. A few minutes later the Trahern carriage rolled to a stop a block from the Delaney house. The street was empty. From their vantage point they had a clear view of the house. Settling back in his seat, Giles explained his plan to Monty.
Two hours later the duke remained unconvinced. “You say since the Angel didn’t get Delaney’s money last night, she’d risk her neck for it tonight?”
Giles nodded. “I suspect so.”
Monty waved his hand. “That makes no sense whatsoever. You said yourself that her predictability would be her downfall. She’s never appeared two nights in a row. Just once a month, under the light of the full moon. What makes you think she’d change her plans now?”
“You’ve forgotten your Angel went home empty-handed last night. She hasn’t the time to find a new victim. I think she chooses her targets very carefully. She’ll come back to Delaney. If the look I saw on his face last night is any indication, she knows she’ll have no trouble enticing him.”
“Oh.” Monty shook his head. “Poor girl, the risks she takes.”
The sound of carriage wheels rolling along the cobbled street brought both of them up in their seats. A fancy gilt contraption, emblazoned with the Delaney crest, rolled to a stop in front of the large stone house.
Giles took a deep breath, his heart beating with excitement. This was the part of his business he missed, the quiet waiting for the hunt to begin, then the pounding exhilaration of the chase.
But tonight was more than that, though he wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone.
His curiosity to see her again ran high. He might scoff at Monty’s infatuation, but he understood his friend’s reaction.
The Brazen Angel was every man’s fantasy. And yet, now that he knew she could possibly be connected to Webb’s death, his attraction to her grew cold.
Dammit, how could he be attracted to a woman who may have betrayed his best friend and
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