Page 92 of A Dangerous Pursuit (Regency Spies & Secrets 1)

Baldwin took a bite of the foul-tasting bread and slowly chewed it. “Where do we go from here?”

“We may have lost the opportunity to make some quick money by selling those girls, but we still have collected a large amount from the other rebels,” Morton shared. “We will continue to implement our plans for the assassinations.”

“Before I go along with this plan, I want to meet Marie,” Baldwin insisted.

Morton rose awkwardly from his seat. “I can arrange that,” he said. “We need to meet regardless to go over the specifics.”

“This mission won’t cause me to end up dead, will it?” Baldwin asked.

Morton shook his head. “If all goes well, you will be on a ship bound for America by the time England recovers from the shock of losing their Prime Minister, Home Secretary, and their beloved crook.”

“What about the other conspirators?”

“You need not concern yourself with them.”

“Why not?”

Morton walked over to the door. “It matters not,” he remarked. “Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much?”

Baldwin studied Morton. “What is it that you are not telling me?”

“Get a good night’s sleep and I will be in touch,” Morton said dismissively as he opened the door.

After Morton closed the door, Baldwin tossed the bread down and wiped the crumbs off his hands. He would wait for a moment before traveling to Hawthorne House for the rest of the evening. He needed a good soak and a proper meal.

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