“I thought you were going down to Lost Wages. What happened?” “Don’t try to change the subject. I want to know where you’ve been.” She mirrored his posture, planting her fists on her hips, and raised her chin. “Since you chose to ignore my theory, again, I followed up on the lead myself.” Instead of appearing suitably chastened, he looked more incensed. “What lead?” One of them had to remain cool-headed. Since she had been proven correct, she could afford to be magnanimous. “About Sir Nigel having the snuffbox.” His eyes widened in horror. “You spent the night following Nigel?” “Of course not. It only took a little while to confirm that the coach I saw the snuffbox thief get into the previous night belongs to one of Sir Nigel’s known associates. They’re conspiring together.” He scowled. “And the rest of the night?” Yes, about the rest of the night…“When I finished, it was late, and since I was much closer to the docks than home, I spent the night on the Wind Dancer.
