What Angels Fear: A Sebastian St. Cyr Mystery

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    S ebastian spent what was left of the night in a small chamber above the Black Hart’s rear court. After one glance at the bed, he took off his boots, spread his greatcoat on a narrow wooden bench, and lay down upon it. He’d known worse, in the war: watchful nights spent on a cold, stony ground or listening to the scuttling of cockroaches across a dirt floor.
    He did not sleep.
    When dawn came, he rose from his makeshift bed and crossed to the window overlooking the rubbish-strewn yard below. The morning was raw and bitter cold, but he swung the casement open wide and drew the acrid air deep into his lungs, his thoughts on the events of the evening before.
    It had always seemed to Sebastian that such moments came in every man’s life; pivotal instants when a chance occurrence or seemingly trifling decision could wrench a man away from what had appeared to be an inevitable future and send him hurtling in a different direction entirely. Yet it was difficult now to determine precisely when that moment in Sebastian’s life had come. With his own flash of quick anger and the constable’s misstep? Or had it come before that, the night before, with a promise given to a frantic, fearful woman?
    Sebastian pursed his lips and blew out a long sigh. Despiteeverything that had happened, he couldn’t regret that promise, nor could he betray the woman to whom it had been made.
    Drawing a small notebook from his pocket, he tore out a sheet of paper and scrawled quickly, Please give Melanie my assurances I shan’t betray her. No matter what happens, she mustn’t say anything to give herself away. Her life depends upon it. D. Folding the page once, twice, he wrote the name and address of Melanie’s sister on the outside, then thrust the note deep into a pocket.
    He had calmly considered, during the long night, the options now open to him and decided these came down to three. He could surrender himself to Sir Henry Lovejoy at Queen Square and place his faith in a system better known for delivering summary judgments than for ferreting out the truth. He could flee abroad, hoping someone might clear his name in his absence but resigning himself to a life in exile if that failed to happen.
    Or he could lose himself in the shadows of the city and set to work discovering, on his own, who had killed Rachel York.
    She’d been an unusually attractive woman, Rachel. He’d seen her often at the city’s various theaters—both on stage and at those select gatherings attended exclusively by such women and the wealthy, highborn men they sought to attract. He’d seen her and, he had to admit, admired her. But he’d never taken her as his mistress, never even sampled what she had, on several occasions, made more than obvious she was willing to give.
    He couldn’t begin to fathom why or how he had come to be named as her murderer. Yet he could place no reliance on the authorities bothering to discover the truth behind what had happened. When a city’s detectives were paid a forty-pound reward for each conviction, true justice was more often than not a victim of avarice.
    And so at some point during the long night Sebastian had decided that he would not escape abroad, nor would he surrender himself, trustingly, foolishly, to the dubious expedience of British justice. Out there, somewhere, was the man who had killed Rachel York; Sebastian’s only hope lay in discovering precisely who that killer was.
    Five years in army intelligence had taught Sebastian that the firstthing he needed was information. He needed to talk to someone who’d known Rachel; someone who could identify her enemies, someone who might know why she had gone on a cold winter’s night, alone, to meet her death in a small, out-of-the-way Westminster church.
    He’d already decided against making any attempt to contact either his own family or friends; they would undoubtedly be watched, and he would do nothing that might endanger them. But no one would think to set a

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