Maybe my time in Dunmoor drove me mad. It’s happened to other men.
Much as he tried to mirror the calm of his three cohorts, he nearly jumped out of his tight boots when a train whistle pierced the air. The train itself sounded awful loud as it chugged into the station. Five years since he’d heard a steam engine or the squeal of the brakes.
The stationmaster stepped out onto the platform. “Ten-fifteen to London, with stops in Doncaster, Grantham, and Peterborough!”
Jack didn’t allow himself to breathe any easier, not when he followed the other three onto the train, not when they seated themselves in a first-class compartment. Jack sat next to Marco, with Eva and Simon taking the facing seats. Only when the train pulled from the station did he exhale. But the screws could still telegraph ahead to other stations, and he’d be met by a mob of the local coppers.
A few minutes passed, silent except for the rhythmic clacking of the train. It didn’t seem as though anyone planned on joining him and the others in their compartment.
“The lot of you, spill.” He fixed his gaze on each of them in turn: blond toff Simon; swarthy, cunning Marco; and her. “You’ve got some scheme for me, and I want to know what it is.”
All of them traded looks, turning his simmer to a full boil.
He jerked his head toward Simon. “You bloody tell me, or I’ll beat that one’s face to a stain on the upholstery.”
“That assumes you’d be able to beat me to a stain,” drawled Simon.
Jack grinned, eager for blood. “Oh, I can. These hands have broken rocks. Your skull is a lot softer than granite.”
“Only one way to find out.”
“The bell has been rung, gentlemen,” Eva snapped. “The round is over, so back to your corners.”
“May as well let him in on the plan.” Marco glanced back and forth between his comrades. “Sooner or later he’s got to know.”
“I ain’t a damn halfwit,” Jack snarled. “I’m sitting right here, so you talk to me, lad, or don’t talk at all.” Prison had glutted him on being talked of like a thing, not a man.
Finally, Eva spoke. “Remember that girl we mentioned, the one who had been ruined by Rockley?” At his tense nod, she continued. “Her father’s just a merchant. He doesn’t have any power, any pull. When he made his complaint to Rockley, demanding either marriage or some kind of restitution, Rockley ignored him.”
“And the courts weren’t helpful, I’m guessing,” Jack said.
“You said it yourself, a girl gets seduced and the man responsible walks away with no harm. Especially if the man in question happens to be a powerful aristocrat like Lord Rockley.” She spat his name as if clearing poison from her mouth. “You know that better than anyone.”
“Aye,” he said bitterly.
“The titled and wealthy hold all the power,” said Marco, “and their wrongdoings often go unpunished. For many, justice is hard to come by, if not completely out of reach. The downtrodden and voiceless need redress, but they’ve nowhere to get it.”
He’d seen that plenty in the streets of London. So many times. Hell, that’s why he’d been thrown into prison.
Eva’s eyes were hard. “That is where Nemesis gets involved.”
He frowned. “Doing what?”
“We’re in the business of vengeance.” Simon smiled, cold as frost.
“Justice,” said Eva, “by any means necessary.”
“Nemesis was formed four years ago,” Simon explained. “Back then, it was just me, Marco, and a man you’ll meet later called Lazarus. We didn’t have a name, or a plan. Only a common purpose—to correct the imbalances in our society. Marco used to work for the government, and both Lazarus and I were soldiers. But we realized that there was something rotten at the heart of the country we fought for.”
“You mean, the rich got all the power,” Jack said, “and everyone else twists in the wind.”
Marco nodded. “Exactly. The three of us met by chance in a tavern. It was the day that William Vale was hanged for killing the landlord who’d been squeezing him for more and more rent, until Vale’s family was thrown out into the streets in the dead of winter. His wife and infant son took sick and died. But there was no one Vale could complain to, no way to seek justice. Except to get it for himself.”
Being in prison at the time, Jack hadn’t heard of the case, but the particulars didn’t surprise him. The world was full of stories just like Vale’s.
“Wasn’t right that an honest man had to lose his family, and his life, because of someone else’s greed,” Simon continued. “That’s what Marco, Lazarus, and I found ourselves railing against in that tavern. We didn’t know each other then, but we all swore that we’d try to make a difference. No matter what it took.”
Jack knew liars, cheats, swindlers. They all thought themselves expert at bending the truth, spinning yarns so finely that even the cleverest bloke got himself tangled up and hanged. Not once did they fool him. Jack wasn’t clever, but he’d been born with an instinct that let him spot a lie.
He didn’t know how or why he had that sense, only that it had saved his arse dozens of times, including when Catton had told him to just go down that alley. The contact would meet him there, and the goods would change hands. Catton had said all this smooth as treacle, no different than when he’d told Jack about other swaps. But Jack had known, and when the knife came out, intending to slit his belly open, he’d been ready. Had a good scar from that fight, but he lived. And Catton wound up dead at the hands of one of his crew years later.
So he knew when someone wasn’t being on the level, or veering from the facts. And this Nemesis crew was telling the truth.
He didn’t like it one damn bit.
“You want me to kill Rockley,” he said.
Eva looked angry. “Assassinations and murder are not part of our ethos. That’s one way we keep below the government’s notice.”
“Don’t worry, love, I’m right eager to kill him.”
“We don’t do that,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Painting yourself with a noble brush.” He snorted. “But you plant false information to make a man break out of prison, hold a gun on him, and threaten him if he doesn’t do what you say. Regular heroes, you are.”
Not a one of them looked particularly shamefaced by their actions.
“Justice by any means necessary,” repeated Simon.
Jack leaned forward. “If you don’t want Rockley dead, then you got the wrong man to break out of prison. There’s a file on me at your headquarters. You know why I want to kill him.”
“It’s alleged that he killed your sister, Edith,” Simon noted.
Surging to his feet, Jack snarled, “The fucking bastard murdered her! No alleged about it.”
Eva rose, and so did the other men. Stepping close, she planted her hand on the center of his chest. “Keep your voice down and watch your damn language,” she hissed. She sent a meaningful glance toward the door of the compartment, where a chalk-faced conductor peered inside.
“Problem, miss?”
With a smile that any actress would’ve been proud to claim, she shook her head. “My cousin … he forgets sometimes that he isn’t fighting Boers anymore.” She smoothed her hand down his chest as if tidying his wrinkled shirt, patting and stroking him.
His mind fogged.
“Apologize, Henry.”
The fog broke apart, leaving him aware of exactly where he was and why he had to play along. “Sorry,” he gritted.
The conductor sniffed. “Mind, this is a respectable train. Vulgarity is not tolerated, even from veterans.”
“We shall do our utmost to preserve the decorum of this conveyance.” By God, she could make herself sound sweet and meek! Jack hardly recognized her, until she turned her gaze back to him, and there was nothing sweet or meek about her. Just determined.
As he stood toe-to-toe with her, she looked so much smaller than him, yet he’d be a fool to underestimate this woman. He might have more bodily strength, but she was clever as hell and more resolute than a prizefighter. Dangerous qualities on their own. Together, they were lethal.
Wrap all that in a lovely package like Eva, and a man had to watch where he stepped, or else he’d go plunging to his death.
Quickly, the conductor entered, took their tickets, and scurried off.
She narrowed her eyes. “Do you think you can control yourself?”
“No,” he said.
Her lips quirked, and he realized with a start she was holding back a real smile. “Well, you’re honest. There’s some credit in that.” She nodded toward his seat. “Sit, Mr. Dalton.”
“Ask.”
“I will not—”
“Five years I had men telling me where to go, what to do, how to think. Nobody asked me anything. Just ordered. But I ain’t in prison anymore. So if you want me to do something, you better ask.”
She must have seen that he meant every word, because at last she said, “Please, Mr. Dalton. Please sit.”
“You first.” He flashed his teeth. “They say it’s rude to sit before a lady.”
She made a very unladylike sound at that, but she did take her seat. With cagey glances, the two men did the same. Finally, Jack also sat down. They all stared at one another as if holding lit sticks of dynamite.
“You lot say you’re seeking vengeance for the, what did you call it? Downtrodden and voiceless.” His words felt like acid. “Where were you five years ago when Edith lay dying? She needed you then.”
“As we said, Nemesis didn’t exist five years ago,” said Marco.
“But if it had,” Simon added, “we would have done everything we could to help her.”
Jack sneered. “That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard. Easy to make promises when they don’t have to be kept.”
Spreading her hands, Eva said, “Unfortunately, your sister is dead. Nothing you or I can do can change that. But what we can change is whether Rockley will ever harm another woman. When Miss Jones’s father came to us, we did some investigating into Rockley’s history. He’s done this kind of thing before—hurt women. Your sister, Miss Jones, and others. Yet his rank and power make him virtually untouchable.”
“He can’t hurt anyone if he’s dead.”
“That isn’t an option,” she said.
“Cut off his cock, then.”
Both Marco and Simon winced.
“Tempting as that prospect might be,” she murmured, “there are other ways we can harm Rockley, and get a measure of retribution for his latest victim. And that, Mr. Dalton, is where you come into play.”
* * *
Dalton was all calculation as he stared at her. She had familiarized herself with his file, knew the general details of his life. But for a former street rat turned boxer turned bodyguard, he possessed far more intellect than she had expected. That made him all the more treacherous. Underestimating someone was a short journey to catastrophe.
Bitter experience had taught her this valuable lesson. She had the scars to prove it.
“Lay it out for me,” Dalton said.
“Rockley will pay for what he’s done. To Edith, to Miss Jones. The dozen other women he’s hurt. Do you know how he seduced Miss Jones? He saw her behind the counter at one of her father’s shops. Wooed her. Made promises of marriage, promises that he’d help promote her father’s business to his genteel friends.”
“He didn’t make good on those promises,” Dalton surmised.
“As soon as she slept with him, he abandoned her. All her letters went unanswered. Her calls were turned away. And she realized she’d ruined not just herself, but if word ever got out about what happened between her and Rockley, her father’s business would suffer. Such is the nature of our moral world.” She drew a breath. “So, you see, we will bring Rockley down, make sure he is utterly ruined. But it must be done from the inside. Chip away at his foundations until he collapses.”
“And you plan on doing that, how?”
Marco planted his hands on his knees. “We find out everything we can about Rockley. His associations, his movements. He’s too well guarded for us to get close enough to learn more, but we do know that, on top of some suspicious connections, he’s involved with illegal enterprises. Somewhere in all that is the key to taking Rockley down.”
“That is why we need you.” Eva kept her attention entirely on Dalton, watching the minute shifting expressions that crossed his face. No, he was far from stupid. There was a fatal, gleaming intelligence beneath the abundance of muscle, and she feared it as much as it drew her in.
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