Lawrence skidded to a halt as he reached the pavement. A number of Bow Street Runners were still on the steps of the White House.
“Bloody hell.” He waited, watching the men for what felt like an eternity before they joined the others inside the brothel.
“About time.” He walked briskly down the street, trying to look inconspicuous, which was difficult at midnight. He found a coach ready to take on passengers and waved for the man to come down the alley to him. Then he slipped back into the alley to find Zehra. She was waiting right where he’d left her. When he got close enough to reach for her hand, he noticed she was trembling.
“You must be freezing.” He removed his coat and slid it over her shoulders before she could protest. “This way. I found a coach. We must move quickly if we are t
