Notorious Pleasures (Maiden Lane #2)(35)

“Stolen?” Griffin asked.

“Yes, my lord, or perhaps never truly bought in the first place.” Jonathan looked troubled. “In any case, the materials will have to be purchased before further construction is done.”

Griffin glanced at Lady Hero and saw that she was biting her lip. “I… I will have to see about obtaining the monies necessary to purchase material. Last time it took weeks for the stone to be shipped.”

“Ah.” Mr. Templeton rocked back on his heels. “Here I think I have good news, then. I know of a supplier of fine granite who has some already sitting in his warehouse here in London. I have no doubt that he has enough to meet our needs. It isn’t the Italian marble that the original plans called for, but the granite stone is pretty enough. Cheaper, too. I believe I can persuade him to extend you the credit on the stone.”

Lady Hero seemed to relax. “Wonderful, Mr. Templeton! I shall rely upon you to arrange for the granite to be bought and moved here. Now, perhaps you can show me the problems you spoke of.”

Griffin sat on the stone foundation of Lady Hero’s home and waited for her to complete her tour with Jonathan. He tilted his head back, feeling the sun on his face. He’d have to take her home after this and then return again to St. Giles to consult with Nick about what to do with the Vicar. Griffin rubbed the back of his neck wearily. He couldn’t remain indefinitely in London guarding the still. Perhaps the Vicar could be bought off somehow. Except that Griffin balked at giving the man money. The only other means of eliminating the crime lord was assassination.

Griffin chuckled in disgust. He hadn’t sunk quite that low yet.

“My lord!”

He glanced up to see a footman trotting toward him.

Griffin straightened. “What is it?”

“There’s a lad at the carriage asking after you. Said to tell you that Nick sent him.”

Lady Hero had returned with Jonathan by this time. She looked at Griffin for the first time that day. “What is it?”

“A matter of business.” He glanced at Jonathan. “Are you done here?”

“Yes, but—”

“Then let’s go.” He took her arm and walked rapidly toward the carriage. He hated to take her along, but he couldn’t very well let her wander alone in St. Giles. “Damnation.”

She arched her eyebrow at him but kept pace with his stride. The youth waiting beside the carriage was one of Nick’s crew. He doffed his hat at the sight of Lady Hero, his eyes widening. He’d probably never seen an aristocratic lady in his life.

“What is it?” Griffin demanded.

The lad jumped, tearing his gaze from Lady Hero. “Nick wants to talk to you, m’lord. Quick like, if’n you can.”

Griffin nodded. “Hop on the back of the carriage.”

He gave the coachman directions and then helped Lady Hero in before pounding on the roof.

She watched him as he threw himself on the squabs. “How did your messenger find you?”

“I sent word where I’d be,” he said absently.

Thankfully she didn’t ask any more questions. The carriage was already pulling up in front of the distillery’s wall.

“Stay here,” he ordered her before leaping from the carriage.

Griffin strode through the gate. Nick was in the courtyard.

“In here.” Nick jerked his head toward the distillery, leading the way.

Inside, the fires illuminated the cavernous building like something out of Hades. A small knot of his men was gathered over something that lay on the warehouse floor. As Griffin drew nearer, he saw it was a man.

Or what was left of a man.

The body was tangled, the limbs at angles the joints weren’t meant to bear naturally. Griffin took one look at the face and glanced away.

“Tommy Reese,” Nick said, and spat into the straw. “Went out for a tankard of beer yesterday afternoon and was thrown over the wall just ’alf an hour ago, lookin’ like that.”

Griffin fisted his hands. He remembered Tommy; he couldn’t have been more than twenty. “Did he say anything?”

Nick shook his head. “Already dead.” He glanced sharply at the silent men and gestured Griffin to the side. “Tortured, I’m thinkin’, m’lord.”

“No doubt.” Griffin grimaced. “Was Reese party to any particular secret of our business?”

“Nah, just started.”

“Then the Vicar did this as a warning.”

“And to scare the men.” Nick lowered his voice. “Already two ’ave run off. Couldn’t stop them, though I told the buggers right enough they’d be safer in here.”

“Fuck.” Griffin rolled his head on his shoulders to stretch his neck, then swiveled to the men. “Well, this is first shot. From now on, no one goes out at night, and during the day you go in pairs. Is that clear?”

The men nodded, though none would meet his eyes.

Griffin smiled widely, though he felt more like howling. “And your pay has just doubled, right? Any man still here by tomorrow gets a fistful of coins. You go out tonight and you’ll get that instead.” He jerked his chin at the corpse.

One by one, he stared at each man until they all met his eyes and nodded.

Finally, Griffin jerked his chin. “Get on with it.”