“Two guineas each. One now, one after, gov’r”
“Where were ye to meet him to collect?”
“By London Bridge, gov’r.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow afternoon, gov’r.”
Jamie gave the man a shove and he lurched away, clutching his disjointed shoulder. “You ain’t gonna kill me?”
Jamie shook his head and the man turned, running away before Jamie could change his mind. Jamie knelt by the second man and felt for a pulse. There was none. Slowly, he stood. He doubted the cutthroat would try to collect the second half of his payment. It would be too risky, knowing he’d failed. One gold guinea would sustain the man for a while, anyway.
But someone had tried to get Jamie killed. He had a sneaking suspicion that Nicholas Algeron was somehow involved, although the description did not match. If Nicholas were involved, then Mari might be in danger.
Jamie had not intended to go to Lady Jersey’ssoiree, but this incident changed his mind. He wanted to see Nicholas’s face when Nicholas found out Jamie was very much alive.
But first, he would be at London Bridge tomorrow afternoon.
