Sergeant Kiffer said, staring at the dead body in the alley behind the boarding house. Fritz didn’t reply, spurring Clarence to ride up the stairs of a nearby stoop to get a better look at the corpse. The man certainly fit the description Nicholas and Alexa had given him of the drunk who’d tipped them off to Harry Meester. There was no way to know for sure, of course. The sailor who gave them the tip on where to find this poor fellow had four different names for the guy, none of them Alberto. But too many pieces fit. So, Alberto had been one of Tew’s Boys. It made sense. Fritz sighed; this was becoming more and more of a lost cause. It hadn’t been easy, trying to find some trace of Meester or Tew’s Boys. No one knew much about the former, and as to the latter, apparently most were shipped out. No one seemed to know how many of Tew’s Boys there were, maybe five, maybe twenty, but the one thing everyone could agree on was that they were hard to find. They never stayed long in port, they drank too much, and they always seemed eager to jump on the next ship leaving the harbor.
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