I’ll admit I wasn’t in the best frame of mind to attend a ball, since I’d rather continue with my investigation into the mystery child. But, no. I didn’t have time to myself. Father and Ben had me in intense training during the day when I wasn’t working for Ruth. Each night we went to check out prospects Hannah found on the net or Father or Ben heard about via word of mouth. In short, I bore bruises on top of bruises and ached all over from the constant fitness training and the physical toll of checking out jobs. Last night I’d managed to procure a fine diamond necklace, and I wondered if I’d hear about the theft tonight. Seth and I drifted into the private ballroom in the outskirts of London. He touched my left arm and guided me around a group of guests who’d stopped to chat. A woman stepped back straight into my path. Seth jerked me to a stop to avoid a crash. Pain rippled down my arm. I gritted my teeth but a small protest emerged. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
