Chapter 7

“You can not keep living in the past, my friend. What’s done is done. Move on.”

Jourdain hissed in an angry breath before willing himself to remain calm. “I have, Crispin. A new city, a new life. All at your suggestion. I only want to help him because he doesn’t deserve how he’s been treated.”

“How did you find him in the first place?”

“He was out there—” Jourdain pointed to the window, “—sitting across the street, begging. Very unsuccessfully. I went down and spoke with him, took him for something to eat, and offered my help.” He smiled with amusement. “He as much as told me to get lost, and took off.”

“He undoubtedly thought you were offering help in exchange for his body.”

“Oh, yes. He’s made that perfectly clear. I think, I hope, I’ve convinced him otherwise.”