All she could see was Gray. Bound and hurting. Her brother grabbed her chin and turned it until their eyes met.
“Be strong and find your anger. Gray needs that now. We will get him back. That is my vow to you.”
She nodded.
“We can’t just walk in there, they would likely outnumber us,” Alex said.
“We need something to flush them all out,” Ramsey said.
While they debated, Ellen thought about Gray. She did what Leo had said and let the anger consume her. No one hurt the man she loved and got away with it. She and Gray were going to spend their life together, even though he didn’t know it yet. They would get their chance to talk, and when that happened, she would tell him what was in her heart.
She would get that chance.
“He told me he loved you.”
“Pardon?” She looked at Ramsey.
“My cousin said he loved you and that he was coming to see you, Ellen. Coming to talk and my guess is to apologize.”
“He is not the only one who needs to apologize, Ramsey. We both have things to say to each other.” Ellen looked at her hands. “I need to find him so we can.”
“And you will.” He squeezed her hands.
When the carriage stopped, they got out. Ellen looked around her. Dark had fallen, and wisps of fog were begging to close in around them. Buildings closed in on them, rising high on either side. In the distance, she heard a faint hum of voices.
“Hold the horses, Bram,” Mungo said. He then disappeared, and Ellen did not know where to.
“Where has he gone?” Alex asked.
“I should imagine finding someone to look after his horses as Mungo will come with us,” Uncle Bram said. “And here he is now.”
Mungo did indeed have four young boys with him when he returned.
“I’ve promised them money, so someone hand some over,” the Scotsman said.
Money was handed over with the promise of more when they returned to the boys.
“This way.” Uncle Bram pointed to the right.
They walked in the shadows, trying not to be seen, Leo swinging his cane and Ellen holding her umbrella. She knew Alex had his sticks.
“If this is where the Baddon Boys are located, surely they will have men out here monitoring things,” Leo said.
“Someone is coming,” Ellen said.
“I would dispute that, Warwick. That apple and blackberry was good but not as good as the pear.” The voice came from in front of them. “It was worth the visit to Whitechapel just to taste that pastry.”
“Cambridge?” Ellen stepped out of the shadows as four men approached.
“Ellen?” Cambridge Sinclair stopped before them. With him were his brothers Devonshire and Warwick Sinclair, plus their brother-in-law Mr. Huntington. “What has you and your family here?”
“Good God, what happened to your faces?” Dev asked.
“Better yet, why are you out here in the dark?” Warwick asked. “I have a feeling it’s not a social occasion you are about to attend.”
“Bramstone?” Dev asked. “What’s going on?”
“We could use your help,” Uncle Bram said. “But it could be dangerous.”
