Like Jack’s neighbourhood, curtains twitched, some onlookers curious, some perhaps opportunist. Yet get a police car around here, nobody would have seen or heard a thing. Maybe that was how Gray liked it, or had played it countless times in the past. He hardly seemed interested in how some people were looking. The switch in cars made sense now, leaving the Mercedes with Brennan and opting for one of Keal’s, with Mistress Carr having done the same with her car. That included not drawing her sidearm. Mannerisms were enough to say that people here were better off hidden behind their curtains anyway. Although having me stumbling from the car to the front door no doubt raised a few brows. Gray had already given me my order, but his gaze when I joined them was enough to say stay back as he slipped his hand in his jacket. A nod at Carr, and she pressed the bell. “Who’s there?” came a voice from inside. Eyes closed, resting my head against the rough rendering of the wall, I whispered, “The doctor.”
