It took very little persuading before Jack agreed to come with them. It wasn’t as if he had anywhere else to go.
Dowser’s Row was a long walk from the nightclub on Gallows Hill, and the rain had yet to let up. Eli let Jack keep the coat, for now.
Neither he nor Danny could shake the feeling they were being followed. At a corner, Danny knelt to re-tie her boot and cast a glance back the way they’d come.
There was a brief glimpse of gray fur; a stray dog, probably. Nothing else.
Dowser’s Row was a ramshackle neighborhood crammed between the endless vices of Sinner’s Acre and the austere warehouses surrounding the docks. Most nights, Eli and Danny slept in a tiny shack that had once been a crib: a single-occupancy brothel, not much more than four walls and a roof.
Tonight, a police officer waited by the front door.
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