“Never touch a woman again without her consent,” she hissed into his face.
“Put the sack over his head now, Lady Challoner,” Monty directed.
“Gladly.”
“I don’t like the dark!” the man said after she’d done as he asked.
“Imagine how upset that makes me,” Monty growled. “Now sit.” He nudged the man into the chair. “Bind his feet, my lady.”
She did as he said without comment.
“Stand outside the room now, Lady Challoner.”
“Why?”
He gave her a hard look and mouthed the word “move.” She didn’t move an inch. “I need to interrogate him.”
“Well do so,” she mouthed back.
Bloody woman.
Pressing his pistol into the man’s head, he said, “What other things have you carried out on behalf of the man who was here with you?”
“Yes, tell him,” Iris urged.
“Be quiet,” Monty gritted out, glaring at her again. “Answer the question,” he said to the man.
“He just uses me when he needs someone to intimidate people.”
“Who else do you work for?”
“No one.”
Monty swung the butt of the gun and hit the man on the head. He grunted.
“Now tell me again what you know. Have you attended any meetings with this man and others?”
“Never. I just work for him!”
“What exactly do you do in your work for him?”
“I intimidate people or hurt them for information,” the man said as Monty pressed his pistol into his neck. “I sometimes stand outside the church where they meet, but only to ensure no one comes. He pays me well.”
“What church?”
“Don’t know the name. It’s about an hour out of London. No village, just a few houses and the church set in the trees.”
“You don’t know the name of the man who pays you, or where you go when you leave London to stand guard at the church? Is sounds to me like you’re lying.”
“I ain’t. I don’t ask questions. The last man who did, he worked alongside me. He disappeared for talking. Found him dead in a river.”
“Do you see who comes and goes from the church?” Monty asked.
“They wear cloaks and masks and just appear,” the man said.
“No one just appears,” Iris scoffed.
“Be quiet,” Monty snapped at her. She glared at him.
