With the brass button safe in her pocket, Kate strode away from Tyburn. She would have picked a few pockets if a Bow Street Runner had not caught her eye. The Runners knew her too well, and the next time they hauled her before the Blind Beak, it might be transportation. Kate did not want to spend the next seven years of her life as a slave in some backwoods cabin in the American colonies.
London was becoming too dangerous for her, so Kate thought it best to leave until the present crop of Runners retired or forgot her face. She needed to find a provider she could manipulate, and she had somebody in mind. But first, she needed to locate him, and he lived in Kent, not London. Kate had no intention of walking to Kent, so she needed money for the journey.
Kate lifted her skirt clear of the f
