They both jerked back, ending the kiss at the sound of a key rattling in the upper door. “I’d wager that’s a hint, Ben,” she said, with a lazy smile. She liked the feel of his name on her lips.
“Kitty, when may I call on you again?” His voice pleaded with her, as if he was desperate to see her once more.
Tomorrow at sunrise.
“As soon as you can?” She would have no rest tonight. Her mind would be filled with dreams of a handsome, witty, intelligent man who kissed her breathless.
CHAPTER 12
One week later, early May
Gracechurch Street
“Body found in the Thames this morning,” announced Roger. “They’re asking Sam to do the autopsy, so it stays quiet.”
“Good. That means Clayton will have access and can identify him as one of the congregation or not.” Paddy sat in the parlor in his usual chair by the fire, scratching Aonarach’s back. The wolfhound’s long neck arched up, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the rub.
“Have you seen anyone lurking around the Feltons?” asked Ben. Kitty was growing more homesick, desperate to see her family—and dog. He had an idea to help with that.
“Only once, two nights ago,” said Roger. “But two drunks came stumbling down the lane and scared him off. Hasn’t been back, so I don’t know if it was a random thief or our man.”
Bollocks! No playing the hero today.
“A few days ago, Rowlands was all cozy with one of the gang. I knew he was giving orders of some kind, but I couldn’t hear. So I followed the man.” Clayton leaned against the hearth, his elbow connecting with one of the frames on the mantel. He righted it before continuing, “It’s happening soon. Rowlands has the man trailing the other member who wanted out.”
“We know Rowlands committed the first murder, but he may have someone else take care of the other traitor,” mused Paddy.
“Nah, he’ll want the credit,” disagreed Clayton.
Harry grunted. “Who shall we put on Rowlands?”
“Ye feel comfortable doin’ it, Clayton? Or do you need to stay with the gang a wee longer? This could expose your identity.” Paddy didn’t like the undercover work, unable to help one of his boyos if something went wrong.
“I think it’s best if I remain just another member. Something’s brewing, and not a soul suspects me.”
Paddy nodded. “Let’s put Gus on the Felton place and send Lynch after Rowlands. How does that sound to everyone?” Due to his size, Gus was never used to tail anyone. It was one of the few things Gus couldn’t do.
“Rowlands mentioned being summoned by The Vicar. He thinks he’s getting a promotion,” commented Clayton.
“You’re not so sure?” asked Ben. Would Clay try to accompany Rowlands to the meeting? The thought of his closest friend in the company of such a heinous villain sent a chill down his spine.
“Rowlands has never spoken with anyone higher than Mason. I can’t see The Vicar trusting him enough to meet in person. I’m guessing he’ll meet with a representative, or it may be a trap.” Clayton pushed away from the fireplace. “Word may be out about Rowlands taking matters into his own hands. If The Vicar considers him a bomb ready to go off, sending any attention in his direction, Rowlands will be next.”
“I agree. Da boss must be a wee bit on edge these days.” Paddy stood, wincing a tiny bit when his knee popped. “I’ll let Gus know where he’s off to next. Keep me posted, boyos.”
“Paddy,” said Ben before they left. “Could I ask a favor?”
“Aye, whatcha need?”
“Kitty, er, Miss Felton is terribly homesick. I wanted to bring her pup to her for a visit, but I’m afraid it might make her, well?—”
“Weepy?” asked Paddy with a grin.
“Yes. Do you mind if I brought Aonarach for a visit? I think it would be a nice distraction.” Aonarach was like Paddy’s grandson. If anything happened to the dog while he was in Ben’s care… Well, he’d be moving to the Continent.
Paddy scratched his jaw. A sign he was considering it. “Did I tell you Nora was asking about your sweetheart?”
Ben’s eyes widened. “No. I didn’t even think she knew about Kitty.”
