Rudy spun around. A slight creaking sound alerted him. Dusk had fallen, and there was little light in the narrow ley. He stood, listening carefully, tuned to the sound of the night. A creak of a window, long past repair. The sigh of the wind as it shifted down the desolate alley.

And…

Something was off; he thought his senses heightened, aware of danger.

The muscular young man began to move, stealthily, like a shadow, as he closed in on the sound. His men had dispersed, and he had been returning too, for Piers' message had come.

“O’Grady and St Just heading your way. Come back. Still no sign of...