come up with an alternate plan of action in no time at all. Caine was simply too logical not to have covered every possibility.
"Eventually we'll be able to compare the handwriting, once we get the letters from the Emerald."
"We have a sample here," Jade said. "Lady Briars sent two notes requesting I call on her. I hate to disappoint you, but the handwriting didn't look at all familiar."
"I doubt she wrote those notes," Caine returned. "She's old, Jade, but she hasn't gotten careless yet.
No, she probably had one of her assistants pen the letters."
"Would you like for me to steal…"
"I'd like you to stay here day and night," he stated. The suggestion was given as a command. "This is going to get sticky before it's finished. Everything I've gathered is actually circumstantial evidence in a court, Jade. I've still got some work to do. Now promise me you won't leave."
"I promise," she answered. "Have a little faith in me, husband. You know that once I give my word,
I'll keep it. Please tell me what you have planned."
"Lyon's been itching to put a little pressure on Willburn. I think it's time he had his way. Willburn hasn't been at all accommodating thus far. We hoped he'd lead us to Ice, but he stays hidden behind his drapes all day. Yes, it's time we had a talk with him."
"I don't like the idea of you leaving every night, Caine. Until the ship is burned and the rumor of Pagan's death hits London, I think you should stay home. I'll tell you this, sir, if the people in this town celebrate my death, I'm going to be very disappointed."
Caine's smile was gentle. "They would mourn," he promised. "Anyway, we'll never know. It isn't necessary to burn the ship now."
"Why?"
"Because I know who Ice is," he explained. "And she isn't going to quit coming after me, either. She knows we're on to her."
"Yes," Jade countered. "If you hadn't made me lie about not knowing how to read, she wouldn't be on
to us, husband. See? That lie wasn't all for the good."
"Don't sound so smug, my love."
"Harry's going to be happy he doesn't have to burn a ship," she announced, ignoring his remark. "You
will send someone to tell him, won't you?"
"Yes, I'll send someone to Shallow's Wharf," he replied. "You're going to have to tell me exactly where that is, Jade. It's an operative name for somewhere else, isn't it?"
Jade cuddled up against her husband. "You are so clever," she whispered. "You will be careful when you go out, won't you? She's on to us, all right. I don't want you turning your back on anyone, Caine. I have come to rely on you."
"And I have come to rely on you," he answered. His grin was telling. "This is sounding damned equal to me."
"It is equal," she said. "But you can pretend it isn't if it will make you feel better."
He ignored that comment and tickled the side of her neck instead. Jade shivered in reaction. "Do you feel like another dance lesson now?"
"Will I be on my knees again?"
"Didn't you like it, love? You acted like you did. Your mouth was so sweet, so…"
"I liked it," she admitted in a rush.
"Can we?"
"Oh, yes." Her voice was breathless.
"Upstairs or here?"
"Upstairs," she whispered. She stood up and tugged on his hand. "But this time, Caine, I want to lead."
They spent the rest of the day in each others' arms. It was a blissful time that ended all too soon. Before she knew it, she was reminding him to remember McKindry and he was demanding her promise to stay put until he returned.
Jade was so exhausted, she slept quite soundly until an hour or so before dawn. She awakened with a start, then rolled on her side to take Caine into her arms.
He wasn't there. Jade rushed downstairs to check inside the library. Caine hadn't come back to her yet. Since he'd never taken this long before, she started worrying.
She'd worked herself into a frenzy when another hour passed and he still hadn't returned.
Her instincts were screaming a warning. Something was terribly wrong. The familiar ache had settled in her stomach just like in the old days when a plan would go amiss.
She had to be ready. Jade dressed in quick time, added a dagger to her pocket, the special clip to her
hair, then resumed pacing again.
Caine had left two guards for her protection. One stood in the shadows outside the front door and the other guarded the back entrance.
Jade decided to talk to Cyril, the man guarding the front entrance. Perhaps he'd know what they should do. She opened the door just in time to see a man hand Cyril a piece of paper and then run away.
Cyril bounded up the steps two at a time. "It's a letter for you," he said. "At this hour of the night," he added in a near growl. "It can't be good news, mi'lady."
"I hope it's from Caine," she blurted out. "Come inside, Cyril. Bolt the door behind you. Something's wrong," she added as she tore the seal from the envelope. "Caine has never taken this long before."
Cyril grumbled his agreement. "Aye," he said. "I feel it in my gut."
"Me, too," Jade whispered.
As soon as Jade unfolded the sheet of paper, she paled. She recognized the script immediately. The
note came from Ice.
"What is it, mi'lady?" Cyril asked. He spoke in a hushed tone, an oddity, that, for Cyril was a big man with a booming voice to match.
"Caine's in trouble," Jade whispered. "I have one hour to go to a building on Lathrop Street. Do you know where that is?"
"It's a warehouse if it's on Lathrop," Cyril answered. "I don't like this," he added. "I'm sniffing a trap. What happens if we don't go?"
"They'll kill my husband."
"I'll go fetch Alden," Cyril announced. He started toward the back door but stopped when Jade called
out to him.
"I'm not going."
"But…"
"I can't leave. I have to stay here, Cyril. This could be a trick and I gave my word to Caine. No, I have
to stay here. Do you know how late White's stays open?"
"It's closed for certain by now."
"Caine might have gone to have a talk with a man named Willburn. Do you know where he lives?"
"I do," the guard answered. "He's just six, perhaps seven blocks oven"
"Send Alden over there now. Lyon and Caine might be having a visitation with the infidel."
"And if they aren't?"
"While Alden goes to Willburn's house, I want you to run over to Lyon's residence. Now then, if Lyon isn't home, then go on to Sir Richards' town house. Do you know where those two men live?"
"Yes," Cyril said. "But who will guard you while we're tracking Caine down? You'll be all alone."
"I'll bolt the doors," she promised. "Please hurry, Cyril. We need to find Caine before the hour is up.
If we can't find him, then I have to assume the note wasn't trickery."