Hugo Waverly watched Samir Al Zahrani exit his private coach and continue on his way. A minute later, the coach door opened again and Daniel Sheffield ducked inside, seating himself across from Hugo.
Daniel was his best man. The quickest, quietest, and deadliest of all the spies Hugo was in charge of for His Majesty. The man was only in his midtwenties, yet he’d been on more missions than any spy in England.
Daniel swept off his hat. “Well, my lord? Did he take the bait?”
Settling back in his coach, he lifted his cane and rapped on the roof, signaling to his driver to return home. Then he set the cane across his lap, staring at the wolf-head handle. It was not his favorite cane, that one had been stolen long ago…by Sheridan. He and Essex had attacked Hugo and stolen the cane as a sort o
