All communications went through one of the other four friends who, for all appearances, stayed friends with the two men at odds. If Noah and Taylor saw each other in public, they ignored the other’s presence. Taylor spent his nights in the worst gaming hells London had to offer. If his cousins were going to be found, this was the best place to look. When those turned up nothing, he visited the brothels. The stench of cheap perfume, unwashed bodies and opium being smoked in back rooms almost made him ill, but he continued, questioning anyone and everyone. After a month of visiting every type of establishment catering to the degenerate gentlemen of the ton unwelcome in polite society, Taylor had to face the fact that none of his cousins were in town and his frustration reached new heights. Unsure of what to do with himself, Taylor found himself standing outside 13 Bond Street. He had not been here in well over a year, but exactly what he needed. He pushed the door open and was greeted with the sounds of fists again skin, grunts, groans and cheers.
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