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Emily John Fox was the only one left standing after her family's murder. Undercover in the midst of harlots she waited for an opportunity to escape her deadly fate.
Lord...
My jaw hit the floor and clattered like old china breaking.
'I killed Owen Ailey.' he repeated, a ghostly silence enveloped us.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one that couldn't believe his ears; Well, her ears. I stole a glance at the other two men who both wore an unreadable expression.
'YOU killed Ailey?' Jones asked, as he eyed Steve up and down incredulous. The man nodded his head affirmatively.
I couldn't believe that Steve killed him, for a whole another reason though.
I could imagine Steve killing hors-d'oeuvres, but most certainly not a human being; even though said human being was a low-life scum snitching people who hid for money.
Ailey and I had some resentment for each other.
The scum had come to the conclusion that I was a very nasty individual that Lynette was in danger from me since he had romantic feelings for her. Except, what he didn't know was that she was the one aiding and abetting me.
Because of his absurd feelings of manliness, he notified a nearby British Army garrison that an escaped criminal was extorting the good madam.
After that, I ended up in chains by the garrison's fresh batch of men and were being transported to the nearest prison, from which, I escaped thanks to Steve.
He was by no means a murderer. What he lacked in physique he more than made up in wit.
'Why did you kill Ailey, Steve?' I asked getting closer.
He looked at me then, tribulation clouding his eyes.
Understanding Steve's affliction, I tentatively put a hand on Mr Smith's shoulder trying to pull him back. Surprisingly, the boulder that was Mr Smith abided by my silent plea and after glancing at Jone's direction he rose to his intimidating height, took a step back and looked at me sternly.
'Please, sir, allow me to continue the interrogation. This man is not a real threat to you.' I had hoped I sounded convincing but whatever Steve had to say it probably involved my real name. And I didn't want a stranger making connections to it.
I saw the cogs in his head turn and shortly after he shifted his attention to Jones.
'You have one minute. Let's go' without further ado, they departed.
I sighed quietly and thanked Lady Luck for Mr Smiths compliance. I stared at my bound friend gnawing my bottom lip.
'I don't think you should trust him that much, Foxy. He could be outside listening in on us. Or he could be paying me to make you confess to something.' he said with raised eyebrows.
