If You Deceive
Chapter OneLondon
Summer 1856
Ethan had long grown used to the sinking expressions people cast him when they realized it was he who darkened their doorsteps -- but in the East End rookeries this tendency seemed even more pronounced.
Many saw Ethan and ran.
The sound of his boots booming across wet cobblestones was all Ethan heard as he chased a drunken cockney -- one among many of his sources of information.
Lunging forward, Ethan clamped the cockney's shoulders, tossing him headfirst into the side of a tenement building. The man collapsed into a stunned heap.
Hauling him to his feet, Ethan drew his pistol, pressing the muzzle against the man's temple. "Where's Davis Grey?"
"I 'aven't seen 'im." He hissed in a breath between the copious gaps in his teeth. "I swear to ye, MacCarrick!"
Ethan casually cocked his gun. The drunk knew of his reputation, knew Ethan would just as easily shoot him as not back in this dark alley. "Then why did you run?"
"B-because ye scare the piss out o' me."
Understandable.
"I 'eard Grey was in Portugal, with an 'unger for opium. And that 'e ... read full excerpt from If You Deceive ebook
