in the recovery of Rhiannon Glendenning. He knew from experience that those wanting to help were generally more of a hindrance. A part of his rarely active conscience told him he should at least allow the child’s adoptive father to help but his practical side told him that Levi had more on his plate than he could currently hold. He believed his wife was little better than a lying trollop. It would take time to sort that out. After questioning the butler and footman minutely, Derringer ventured out into the streets of London. In his years of supporting the claim that he was as dangerous as he was heartless, the duke had made several friends among the lower reaches of London’s dregs. ~~~~~~ He was annoyed when he walked out his back door and literally ran into Levi. “Leave me to handle this, Vi. I will do much better alone.” “Where the devil are you bound?” Levi asked, taking in his friend’s appearance. He laughed. “Almack’s?” “Heavens no! Once was enough.” He shuddered.
