My Lord Immortality (Immortal Rogues #3)(10)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

"What is it that I can do for you?"

The runner seemed to study her composed features before clearing his throat.

"I fear I have some rather distressing news."

Amelia swallowed heavily. "Indeed?"

"Yes, two nights ago a young woman was discovered murdered not far from here."

"How … dreadful."

"More dreadful than you know." An unmistakable flare of frustration rippled over his broad face. "She is not the first to be so brutally slain. There has been a rash of murders for the past month. Most of the victims have been unfortunate prostitutes, but not all. There has been at least one nobleman discovered floating in the river and several less notable men who have simply disappeared."

Amelia’s queasiness returned as she recalled the lifeless body that she had seen. It was a horrid image she was certain would haunt her for nights to come.

"Yes, the papers have been filled with the distressing news," she managed to murmur in low tones.

His lips twisted. "And, of course, the utter failure of the authorities to capture the madman. It has not been a pleasant summer for Bow Street."

"I suppose it has not."

With an effort, the runner forced aside his simmer-ing irritation and managed a tight smile.

"Still, I did not come here to bemoan our lack of success. As I said, last evening there was a murder not far from here."

Amelia clenched her hands in her lap. "Do you know who she was?"

"A poor woman of the streets, I fear. She came from the stews."

"I see. It is odd that she would be in this neighborhood."

The pale eyes slowly narrowed. "We presume she was lured here rather than being forced.

There was no sign of a struggle."

Amelia did not have to fake her shudder. "Poor maiden."

"Yes." There was a faint pause. "It was quite a brutal attack. For once, however, there was a witness who is willing to speak."

Amelia blinked in genuine shock. "A … witness?"

The runner leaned forward. "A gentleman in the neighborhood happened to be on his way home when he noticed figures moving in the alley where the body was discovered. He claimed that one was a woman and the other was a large man with dark hair."

A man with dark hair … it had to be William. But how? Surely they would have noticed this mysterious gentleman if he had been close enough to catch sight of William and herself? Unless …

Just for a wild moment Amelia considered the possibility of Mr. St. Ives whispering the horrid words into the runner’s ear. Perhaps he feared that he would be implicated in the crime and had sought to distract attention. Then, just as swiftly, she was dismissing the ridiculous notion.

It had been Mr. St. Ives who had the good sense to hide William when the Watch had arrived.

And had even risked returning to the dark to ensure that she could slip her brother home so no one would ever suspect he had been out of his home.

No. It could not have been Mr. St. Ives.

But, who?

"Miss Hadwell?" Mr. Ryan at last prompted her out of her tangled thoughts.

With an effort Amelia forced herself to concentrate on the man seated across the room.

Despite his air of boyish good humor, she very much feared he possessed a shrewd mind and tenacious spirit. He was determined to find someone to blame for the murder. I f she were not on her guard, that someone might very well end up being William.

"I fear that I can be of no assistance, Mr. Ryan," she managed at last in reasonably steady tones. "I rarely go out in the evenings. I did not notice anything."

"A pity," he murmured. "And your brother?"

"My … brother?"

"I am told you have a younger brother by the name of William."

She would not flinch, she told herself sternly. She would not reveal so much as a grimace.

William’s very freedom might depend upon the next few moments. She must be strong.

"Yes, I do, but he would know nothing of the murder."

The pale eyes slowly narrowed at her firm words. "Perhaps it would be best if I speak with him myself."

Amelia’s thin smile remained staunchly in place. "I fear that is impossible."

"Oh?" Mr. Ryan lifted his brows. "And why is that?"

"He is suffering from a fever. He has rarely left his bed for the past few days."

The runner paused as if well aware that she lied. Amelia held her breath as she waited in dread for him to demand a meeting with her brother. She did not know enough of the law to be certain she could keep him from forcing his way through her home. Then, much to her relief, he allowed a wry smile to touch his lips.

"I hope it is nothing serious?"

"No, I do not believe so," she babbled. "Still, he is very weak."

"Ah, well, then I will not trouble him," the runner said, rising to his feet.

Amelia stood and crossed toward the door. The sooner this man was out of her home, the better.

"That would be for the best, I believe."

Moving across the room, Mr. Ryan paused as he stepped through the door. "Thank you for your help, Miss Hadwell. Oh, and please tell your brother that I will return in a day or so to speak with him."

The hope that she had managed to put this man off died a swift and painful death. He would return. And on the next occasion he would insist on speaking with William.

Not even her fierce determination could keep her smile from fading to a grimace.

"I… very well."

"Do not bother to see me out. I can find my way."

With a bow, the large man had moved into the hall and was walking briskly toward the door.

Amelia watched his retreat in troubled silence.

What was she to do?

Take William and flee?

But to where?

She could not return to her parents. As much as she loved them, she knew that the presence of William was too painful for them to bear. Within weeks they would once again be threatening to have him sent to Bedlam. And while she had her allowance, she had spent most of her savings upon this house. She could not afford to remain in hiding forever.

Besides which, a more sensible part of her warned that taking William and leaving would only make the runner more convinced of his guilt. If they did discover them they might very well have him hauled off and convicted before she could prove his innocence.

Restless and in need of a means of clearing her thoughts, Amelia found herself absently moving down the hall. She would go for a short walk, she told herself. Perhaps the fresh air and exercise would allow her to rid herself of the brooding sense of danger that continued to haunt her.