Campion. “I’m looking for Ishaan Prasad. Since you organized his talk at the Mechanics Institute, I thought you might know where he is.”
Mr. Campion shook his head as the tram he’d just descended from rattled away. “Although I believe he’s staying at the Raj Hotel.”
“Thanks. I’m on my way there.” The decision to question acquaintances on Nazim’s whereabouts had struck him while waiting for the tram to pass by. It wouldn’t hurt to let Nazim know Jed was hunting him. Gupta’s beating—surely the action of a desperate man—meant the trappings of civilization had been dispensed with.
Suits me. The thought that Nazim might attack Esme next made him fiercely protective. Not that his darling suffragette would appreciate his wrap-her-in-cotton-wool instincts. His gut tightened as he recalled her passionate response to his kiss. She was a woman of reckless daring. She had exploded into his life and he was keeping her.
