The second trip to Soho was undertaken in silence, just like the first. They took the Crossley rather than Ghale’s auto. Ghale refused to answer any questions about what he’d seen, or why he’d been hanging about outside their flat, even with Gallowglass giving him her best eyeball in the backseat. While St. Cyprian could admire a set of tight lips in service to a worthy cause, he was beginning to suspect that Melion was anything but.
As such, he was in a foul mood by the time they arrived,...