“No.”
“Damn.”
Gabe grinned mirthlessly. “Indeed. Tell me, how isyourassignment progressing?”
His fellow spy’s lips straightened into a thin line and his eyes sharpened with a dangerous glint. “Lord Hale is a vile man. He mistreats his wife and daughter while he and his despicable son torture his poor, orphaned nieces. Good God, the abuse in that family, both mental and physical, is astounding.” His fists clenched. “And he is most assuredly a traitor.”
“Why not hand him over to Hydra and be done with him?”
He leapt to his feet and joined Gabe in pacing. “I do not have any proof!” Stevens’ knuckles whitened. “I’ve searched every crevice and cranny, every secret compartment, strong box… Oh, hell, Gabe, I’ve searched everywhere. I cannot find one piece of evidence. Oh, I’veheardplenty of evidence confirming Hale’s duplicity, from first-hand accounts to gossip from his servants, but…” He shook his head in aggravation.
“Perhaps my assignment could have the added benefit of aiding you with yours.”
“How…” His golden eyes widened. “Oh!”
“They plan to rendezvous Thursday next. Mary and I will be there to observe. If Hale is there, your assignment may have reason to conclude, as well.”
Stevens’ typically jovial smile broke out as he clapped Gabe on the shoulder. “Capital!”
The sound of a horse’s hooves echoed outside the stables and with a nod at Stevens, Gabe turned to make his exit.
“Wait!” his fellow spy hissed.
Gabe spun around to face him, eager to take his leave so as not to be caught by any of Kerr’s guests.
Stevens gripped his shoulder, his expression grim. “Be wary of Hale,” he whispered. “He may not appear it, but he is a loathsome creature. He and his friends—particularly Lord Boxton—have done unspeakable things with women behind closed doors. Keep Mary away from them and be wary of their attentions. The same applies to any of their acquaintances.Do not trust them.”
Gabe jerked his head in a nod. “Duly noted. Thank you, Stevens.”
