Piss on it.
He grabbed the payment and stormed from the room. He snatched his hat, coat and walking stick and collected his steam carriage. He made the drive to Mayfair in record time. He drove like a madmanreckless, with no regard for himself or others. It was badly done, but he was a lucky bastardthats what hed been toldand he made it unscathed. Of course he did. That was his luck. His charm, right? Finley would call it his talent. It wasnt natural and he didnt care.
He took the steps to Abernathys door two at a time and jabbed at the button. The housekeepers voice greeted him a moment later. Name and business.
Jack Dandy to see the viscount, he said.
Im sorry, but his lordship is not at home today.
That was a lie. Jack could hear it plainly in her voice. This was what the rich did when they didnt want to see someone. Im going to see him.
Please leave, sir
Listen, woman, he growled, stepping up to the mirror so she could see his expression. Let me in, or Ill go round back and start breaking windows til I get to the right one.
There was a pause. Then the door opened.
Jack brushed past her without a glance and tore through the house toward the room he had been in the day before. If Abernathy wasnt there hed rip the house apart until he found him.
But his luck was with him, and the viscount was there. The older man looked up with a start. Dandy. What the devil are you about, man? Get out or Ill summon the authorities.
What happened to her? Jack demanded. They both knew Abernathy wasnt going to call for the coppers.
Her? Abernathy was all innocence.
Jack gritted his teeth. The girl in the crate.
Apparently, something in Jacks expression gave the viscount pause. He dropped the pretense. Mr. Dandy, that wasnt a girl. That was a complex piece of machinery.
In his head, Jack knew thatremembered the exposed metalbut in his heart, in his conscience, he remembered that eye staring up at him, so full of fear. Her lips moving and that awful sound shed made that haunted his dreams. Help me. Thats what he imagined shed said.
Abernathy took advantage of his silence. Did you go back to St. Pancras with plans of being a white knight, Dandy?
Jacks gaze snapped up. The viscounts expression was one of mockery, his pale eyes glittering in amusement. He stared into that gaze, his jaw clenching. Where. Is. She?
The older man blinked. And swallowed. Its whereabouts are not your concern. Rest assured it is in good hands. Take your payment like a good boy and go on back to Whitechapel.
Where you belong. That was what he didnt say, what he didnt have to say.
The older man blinked. And swallowed. Its whereabouts are not your concern. Rest assured it is in good hands. Take your payment like a good boy and go on back to Whitechapel.
Where you belong. That was what he didnt say, what he didnt have to say.
Jack tossed the packet of bills at him. Abernathy tried to catch it, but he was too slow, and it fell to the floor at his feet. I dont want it, Jack snarled.
Disbelief slackened Abernathys features. We had a bargain, Dandy.
And I kept it. I delivered your crate. His shoulders straightened. But I never said I wouldnt try to find her again. I never said I wouldnt steal her again. He couldnt just leave her alone out there. He couldnt just abandon her.
He knew what it was to be abandoned. Knew what happened to people who were abandoned. He didnt want that for her.
The older man flushed hotly. You wouldnt dare.
I would.
Youll never find it.
Yes, I will. Or rather, he knew someone who could. And Ill do it for free. He turned to leave the room.
Youre no gentleman. Youre a liar and a thief, with no honor at all. I ought to have known what to expect from Blackstones whoreson bastard.
Jack frozefor less than a second, but it felt like an eternity. He whipped around, body moving faster than his mind. A few long, purposeful strides carried him back to the older man until there were less than a few inches between them. Jack towered over him, using his height and rage to intimidate.
It worked. Abernathy drew back, but he was caught between his desk and Jack. There was nowhere for him to run.
What are you going to do, D-Dandy? Beat me? Mur... Kill me? I have witnesses who will testify you were here. You wont get away with it this time.
Jack had never wanted to kill anyone so much in his entire life. No, that was a lie. He had wanted to kill his father since he was old enough to know what that meant, but now he just wanted to make the old man miserable. No, he wanted to kill this worthless sack of meat almost as much as he had wanted to kill Felix August-Raynes for taking violent advantage of young women.
But killing August-Raynes would have been worth swinging from a noose. Abernathy was not.
Jack slapped him. Wasnt that what gentlemen did when one insulted another? He didnt have kid gloves, so he had to use his bare hand. A nice, hard backhanded slap that snapped Abernathys head to the side and set his fleshy jowls to trembling. It would leave a mark. A nasty one, with the imprint of Jacks ring as a reminder bruised into it. It wasnt an easily identifiable ringnot a signet or the likebut that was all right. Both Abernathy and Jack would know whose mark it was, and that was all that mattered.
The older mans hand went to his cheek as his face turned back toward Jack. He looked astonished. Afraid.
Jack smiled grimly. I think now we understand one another. With that, he pivoted on his heel and strode from the room, hands in his pockets so no one could see they were clenched into fists.
He drove back to Whitechapel, his rage dropping to a low simmer. Tonight, hed ask a few discrete acquaintances if they knew anything about the crate and its cargo. He couldnt risk his reputation by going after it himself. If word got out that hed stolen something for payment and then stolen it back... Well, that kind of thing didnt look good.
So hed be patient, and if questions didnt yield results then hed swallow his pride and go to the one man who truly was a gentleman. The one person he knew who could be trusted to do absolutely the right thing.
Griffin King.
The duke and his friendsespecially Finleywould do all they could to find the metal girl. They would do what he couldnt.
Save her.