People didn’t expect it. Of course, knowing Anna, she would go the unusual route. She always did.
He made a mental note to call on Sebastian the next day. He knew Sebastian understood some of what went on down in those areas, but Daniel had spent much of the last few years down there. He understood the horrible fate many women suffered.
There was one thing for sure. He would do everything in his power to make sure that Sebastian kept her safely tucked away in Mayfair.
With that thought, he settled back on the seat to have a bit of a nap before returning home.
“Do you understand what you must do?”
The ruffian nodded as he downed another tankard of ale. “You want me to knife the man. No problem.”
“You know where to find him. Be fast about it and get out of the area.”
Without another word, the lord stood and walked toward the door of the pub. No one would recognize him, although it was dangerous. There was always some member of the ton down in this part of White Chapel to enjoy the seamier joys of town life. He stepped outside, ignored the men arguing while a whore called out to him. He stepped up into the handsome cab and found Atterly, his man of business, waiting for him.
“I trust all went well, my lord.”
“Yes. I hired a man, all will be well in less than a week.”
“Do you think it wise, my lord? Someone might have recognized you.”
He studied the man he had trusted for the last five years to hold some of his secrets. Atterly was a bastard, in deed and name. He did not have a care who was hurt, as long as he got paid. They shared that common trait. Lord knew he had creditors foaming at the mouth to get a piece of him. Atterly though, never seemed to want for money. He didn’t seem to care about material things. He just cared about amassing a fortune.
“No. If anyone saw me, they would be loath to admit they had been in such a place. And truly, who would believe one of those people over me? I am not known for coming to White Chapel. Don’t worry.”
He settled back against his seat. His mind turned to the plans. Daniel would have no idea what awaited him. It would be sweet to watch the son of his enemy die.
Chapter Four
“Mum, do you think it be warm enough to go outside soon?”
Anna smiled down at the cherub sitting next to her as she sat down to read a story. Brody was one of their newest children found living on the streets just three months ago. She was happy to see his cheeks had filled out. He had been a skeleton when he had arrived, and afraid of his own shadow.
“You call her, my lady,” Jason whispered with enough condemnation to make Brody blush.
“Either is fine with me. And as for the weather, I am not quite sure, but it cannot be soon enough. I look forward to walks in the park.”
“We aren’t allowed in the park,” Brody said.
Once again, she was struck by how little fun these children had before arriving at St Mark’s. Everything she had experienced in her childhood that she had taken for granted was mostly unknown to these boys. The adventures in the country were some of her favorite memories. To think that many of them had never walked through a field in spring, or felt the air rush toward their face as they flew down a snowy hill.
“That is just silly. Of course you can go to the park.”
She had done just that the last few years. She could not understand the need to hide these children away, then thrust them out into the world. Besides, who could resist a warm spring day at the park?
“One of my favorite things to do when I was your age was go to the park. I was too accustomed to running wild through the village to sit in a London townhouse. I even would get in trouble for going out without my shoes on.”
Their eyes widened. “Gor, my lady, I cannot see you doing that.”
She laughed. “I did things like that a lot, in fact I still do at times.”
“Do you think we can go to the park?”
She looked down at the hope in Brody’s bright