He then summoned his driver, Fallo. “To the City Garden, sir?” Fallo asked as he opened the carriage door. He never called it City Park or Denver Park as others did, but rather what the city hoped it would become one day: a vast garden to attract respectable citizens and discourage those who only wanted to escape the city’s laws. “No, Fallo. No walk today, at least not for now.” He handed Fallo a slip of paper with an address scrawled on it, the same slip Henry had been given yesterday afternoon by a man he’d hired to bring him information. It hadn’t taken long to figure out where Reverend Sempkins was the pastor, and just as quickly he had verified that Dessa Caldwell attended there regularly, along with the White family. Henry even knew where they sat. As Fallo looked at the address, he uttered a cough no doubt meant to cover a gasp of surprise. Henry settled himself in the carriage without so much as a glance Fallo’s way. Henry knew what this meant, this venture into society.
