Naked

11 Hawk

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @KatyWellstreet for her immense support. Muah gal! I love ya!

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'Lynette!' I shouted the moment I got back to the bawdy house.

A few heads turned staring at me with annoyance. I simply dismissed them and climbed the stairs to Lynette's sanctum.

On the second floor of the bawdy house, I walked all the way to the end of the corridor and unceremoniously flung open the door of her room. Completely ignoring the loud moans and the squeaky beds...

'I need you to take care of someone'

Lynette was tying her stockings upon my entry, thus leaving her gazing at me annoyed. One leg propped up the chair she had at one side of the room.

She heaved out a sigh.

'What did ye do again, Foxy?'

'There's a man at the cemetery. Can you hide him somewhere? I don't want him going back to Smith and reporting he was discovered.'

She pulled down her skirts and straightened her hair.

'Elaborate, Foxy.'

I told her everything that transpired in the last hour.

'Where are those files now?' she asked curiously.

'Here, I still have them'. I dropped the bag on her desk.

'You didn't even open it?' she asked and pulled the bag towards her opening the clasp.

She carefully opened the flap and took out a small stack of papers.

'Mind if we take care of Wyatt before he goes back to Smith?'

She nodded and rang a small bell. Immediately a man in his thirties appeared, bowing in front of her.

She wrote on a piece of paper, folded it and gave it to him.

'You know what to do.'

He bent his head in acknowledgement and left, softly closing the door behind him. I knew he was going to take good care of Wyatt. He was an expert after all.

We glanced at each other, curiosity etched in both our faces. I was afraid of taking the first look, so I let her examine the files on her own.

I waited in anguish for her to finish her perusal. A dreadful amount of time passed when I saw her eyebrows knit together in concentration.

'There are reports here Foxy'

I frowned in interest.

'For what? Garret?'

'Listen to this: Hawk managed to cover his tracks exceptionally well. I would have thought that he would be sloppy leaving me a trail to follow, but alas no. I am afraid I lost him in Dover. He is cunning and careful.

'That was from a month ago. Now this one: I found Hawk again. He is heading to Newcastle. I think he is trying to find someone, probably a collaborator to his cause. I was nearly detected by his men but disposed of them by sending them in the other direction. I think Hawk has found the man. I tried eavesdropping with no success.

'And this two weeks ago: He is looking for a man named Liam Nelson. I made my own inquiry and discovered him dead. He had boarded a ship to Calais but the boat sunk. What concerns me most though is upon thorough research of the man, I found nothing. He didn't exist before that accident which made me doubt his death. The only thing I found of his existence were forged papers.