Stanley tapped his foot nervously on the floor of the bureau’s basement. After hearing news of Edwin’s complications, he had traveled back to London with a fury.
Impatiently, he grumbled under his breath as he waited for Father Terrence, the priest of the church that the bureau was working under.
“Mr. Shepperd,” a voice from the dark spoke.
Stanley jumped with the sudden presence and he huffed, putting a hand on his chest.
“Sh*t Terrence—you almost gave me a heart attack.”
Father Terrence rolled his eyes. “Perhaps it isn’t me giving you chest pains but your sedentary lifestyle.”
Stanley shook his head. “I didn’t come here to be insulted. I came here needing your advice.”
“Advice you say? Who is stepping out of line now may I ask?” Father Terrence asked as he started to walk through the basement of the bureau.