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Charles himself was surprised at how easily the Duke had come up with a solution. “Perhaps a month?” Charles suggested. “So there’s time to prepare.”
“Oh, very well,” Arabella said, smiling.
When Charles was on his way out, Arabella walked with him to the front door. She looked up at him, smiling.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
“Indescribably,” she replied.
“Good,” he said.
* * *
The murderer was on watch. At any time, the Duke of Tiverwell would make a mistake—would be alone. Nemesis wouldn’t miss it. Though there were plenty of gentlemen who were less protected on the kill list, the Duke of Tiverwell was the one that Nemesis most wanted dead.
Nemesis took up a seat at one of the bars, sitting by the window. The murderer ordered stew and an ale, watching the Millgate Club closely. It was barely an hour later, when the Duke of Tiverwell exited, climbing into his carriage with his entourage of footmen.
Nemesis was disappointed. The Duke never went anywhere alone. He was always accompanied by a group of armed footmen. The Murderer wondered whether or not to take a break. Give the Duke time to be lulled into a false sense of security.
There wasn’t much time. Nemesis wanted to be done. Even then, stuck in a cheap pub, the murderer hungered for the kill. The door to the Millgate Club opened, and the Earl of Mowbray exited.
Lord Mowbray staggered toward the brothel down the street.
Some nights, any gentleman will do.
Nemesis acted fast, getting up from the table and walking out into the street. The murderer checked around, to see if there was anyone lingering about.
The street is empty, except for Nemesis and the drunken Earl, who had stopped, and was standing in the middle of the road, looking at his hands.
Nemesis acted fast, pulling the knife out, plunging it into the Earl of Mowbray’s side, then twisting. Nemesis pushed the Earl down, watching as he tried to get back up again.
There were a few moments of struggle, and then, nothing. Nemesis inhaled, feeling the rush of power, and then reaching into the Earl’s pockets. There was money, more money than Nemesis made in a year. The Murderer glanced around.
No one was about. Nemesis left Lord Mowbray in a heap in the street. There was enough money for a proper room. Warm blankets and a roaring fire awaited. Nemesis knew that this would all come to an end. There was no way to get away with it forever.
I’ll enjoy the fruits of my labor as long as I can.
