Chapter 5

“There is five hundred pounds in there. Do not make me regret giving it to you,” she said with a surprising amount of menace. Will raised an eyebrow, but forbore from comment. The woman turned on her heel, hitched up her gown, and marched back to the carriage, closely followed by the silent Bolton.

Will watched them depart and then closed the door quietly. He looked at the money in his hand, and then at the man who lay in fetid unconsciousness on the floor of his home and wondered what the hell he had done. 2

Anger burned through his gut. Anger at the man lying on the floor, anger at himself for agreeing to look after him, and raging anger at the damned woman and her damned money who had put him in this damned position. He batted away the tiny voice in his head that told him he could simply have said no. Who would say no with that kind of money on offer? He closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself.