He refused to give up his search for the man who’d killed Freddie. Griff waited until Adam’s carriage drove away from the house, then took his greatcoat from the cloakroom and left by a side exit. He kept to the shadows as he left the house, hoping to lose the man following him but knowing that wasn’t likely. Any of Fitzhugh’s men were too good for him to escape their notice. Griff walked to the nearest corner and hailed the first hackney he saw. He gave the driver an address several blocks away, then stepped inside. The second the cab lurched forward, he relaxed against the squabs and breathed a sigh. He was still bloody weak. More than once during the last week he thought he might not survive. Ridding his body of the liquor he’d consumed over the last several months was a hell unlike any he thought possible. Only the soft voice urging him to stay with her had kept him from giving up. He closed his eyes until the cab slowed, then got out when the cab stopped several blocks from his intended destination.
