The PotBy the time I returned home, it was mid-afternoon. Amelia went into my bedroom; I went to the kitchen.
Mary stood kneading bread for dinner. “Oh, there you are, mum! I forgot to ask: did you get another case?”
“Not yet,” I said. “But I’m sure one’ll come along.”
Mary smiled, turning the dough out onto the floured counter.
I lowered my voice. “I’ll need to go out after dinner.”
Mary nodded, eyes flickering to the parlor door.
Amelia reported to my husband Tony. Tony didn’t need to know about my outing. If he kept his word and didn’t have his men stop me, he’d most certainly have them follow.
And I didn’t need that, not tonight.
* * *
Amelia returned to Spadros Manor when Morton arrived. She neither liked nor approved of the man, which amused him no end.
Morton had spent the
