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‘We can find that,' he said slowly, ‘or as close to it as we're likely to get. You said Jackson was seen with a girl. They must have gone somewhere and they couldn't have been alone in his rooms. After all, they had her honour to protect.'

‘Aye, that's true enough,' Sedgwick agreed.

‘Go and talk to his landlady. If anyone visited him there you can wager she'll know and can probably give us a description.' He turned his eyes to Lister. ‘We know Sarah liked to ride. Go and talk to the stables. If she was coming here she'd have wanted her horse somewhere safe.'

‘Yes, boss.' Rob frowned. ‘And if we find out that it is her, what do we do then?'

‘Then we have a place to start digging. Think about it. She's married and seeing another man. That gives Samuel Godlove a reason to kill her if he knows about it. Or Jackson, for that matter.'

‘What about the baby?' the deputy wondered.

‘If she was carrying a baby,' Nottingham warned heavily. ‘All we have is a servant's take for that. And if there is a baby it might easily be Jackson's.'

‘What about Anne Taylor?'

‘Who's she?' Lister asked.

‘Sarah's maid. Vanished after his mistress died.'

‘Do you think she might have done it?'

‘No,' the Constable told him. ‘She's dead, like as not. She hasn't been in touch with her family. Where else would she go?'

The others left, and Nottingham picked up the pile of love letters Sarah had sent Jackson. Her writing was rounded, girlish, large on the page.

My heart aches for you
, she'd written.
How can I wait until we meet again? You're the blood in my veins, every thought in my head. The minutes pass like lifetimes, but my love for you grows with each one. S.

He took up another page.

My love, today was so wonderful. I feel blessed by your love. I can taste you, smell you, but I'm saddened that I have days before I see you again. Life would be so perfect if we were always together. I love you. S.

On the third he read,
How I wish we could always be together so my joy could be complete. Without you there would be nothing to live for.

Her eagerness, her passion, leapt out at him. They were the words of a girl, but he had no doubt about the depth of her feelings. She'd loved Jackson completely. And his love for her must have been as absolute as hers – why else would he have killed himself once he learned she was dead? He felt saddened and sickened by the sad waste of life.

He settled to finish his report, surprised but grateful that the mayor hadn't demanded an arrest yet. Still, he thought as he walked up Briggate towards the Moot Hall, by the end of the day they might know a great deal more.

On both sides of the street the traders were setting up for the Saturday market, their stalls spilling into the road. Men were shouting and boasting, servants flirting and gossiping, full of anticipation as they waited.

He heard someone chuckle and turned to find Thaddeus Harris at his shoulder, a broad smile showing off a set of broken, rotted teeth, watching as his apprentice finished setting up the stall.

‘Seen Amos Worthy, Constable?'

‘No,' he answered, surprised at the question. ‘What's he done?'

‘Thought he might have come in to see thee. Someone robbed him last night.'

Eleven

He left his report with a clerk at the Moot Hall and walked swiftly down Briggate. Anything involving Amos Worthy was grim news. Nottingham was more than ready to believe it had been his men who'd cut the whore as a warning; it was his style. But Worthy was also a man of strange honour, and he and Nottingham shared a tangled history that reached back through the decades.

The old, unpainted door on Swinegate was unlocked, the passage running straight through to the kitchen, and the Constable walked in without knocking. Worthy would be there in the tottering old addition to the already ancient house, enjoying the warmth of the fire in the hearth even in the midsummer heat.

In his sixties, the man had aged since the winter. His hair had thinned, his face was a little more gaunt, and he'd taken to walking with a silver-topped stick since he'd been stabbed in the thigh. He was a rich man but he still dressed in the same old dirty clothes every day, hoarding the money he made from his girls and all the rest, a man with his finger in many of the city's pies, some legal, most not.

Even now, older and looking a little smaller, he wasn't a man to be crossed. He had power and a violent temper. His justice was quick and his justice was bloody.

He had a pair of men in the room who stirred and pulled their blades as Nottingham entered, but the pimp waved them away.

‘I thought you'd be here sooner or later, Constable,' he said. ‘Little birds been singing, have they?'

‘A few words,' Nottingham conceded, settling on a stool by the table and pouring a mug of small beer.

‘Help yourself, why don't you, laddie?' he said wryly. ‘Come to gloat?'

‘Come to warn you,' the Constable corrected him. ‘What happened, Amos?'

Worthy shook his head slightly. ‘Save your breath, laddie. I'm going to find who did this.'

‘And then?'

‘Make them pay,' he answered matter-of-factly.

‘Kill them, you mean.'

‘Aye.' He reached across, tore off part of a loaf and began to eat, ignoring the crumbs that fell on to his old waistcoat, a patchwork of stains and dirt.

‘No,' Nottingham said.

Worthy raised his eyebrows. ‘No?'

‘How much did she take?'

‘Ten guineas.'

It was a sizeable sum, the Constable had to admit.

‘If anyone dies, it's after a trial.'

The pimp snorted. ‘That's if you catch them.'

Nottingham said nothing, but kept his gaze on the man. ‘I hear you have some competition, too.'

‘Oh aye? Who would that be, then?'

‘Someone called Hughes. Arrived recently with his girls.'

‘I've heard the name,' Worthy said absently. ‘You know how it happens, Constable. They come and go.'

Forced out or dead, Nottingham thought.

‘One of his lasses was cut the other night.'

‘Shame,' the pimp said flatly, his eyes blank.

‘I won't ask if it was your doing.'

There was no response.

‘Whoever did it needs to hear what I'm saying, though,' the Constable continued. ‘It stops here.'

Worthy raised his eyebrows.

‘Oh aye?'

‘And if you think Hughes is behind this theft, don't. There's been a service lay in the city. How did it happen?'

Worthy at least had the grace to lower his head. ‘I took on a new lass last week after the last one left to get wed. There's a whole house upstairs needs looking after.'

‘Was she called Nan?'

‘Aye. Been around, has she?'

‘I think there's two of them, her and a man. What did she look like?'

‘Pretty enough,' he answered. ‘Not too tall, long dark hair, blue eyes, not filled out yet.'

‘How old?'

‘Fourteen, fifteen?' Worthy shrugged. ‘I didn't ask. She had a reference.'

‘And you never thought she'd be stupid enough to steal from you.'

The pimp turned, his face dark, his voice quiet and menacing. ‘It'll be the last time she steals from anyone, Constable.' He spat on the floor. ‘I have people out looking for her.'

‘Call them off, Amos.'

‘Why?' he asked. ‘If she stands trial she'll hang for the ten guineas.'

‘And your way's better? Find her and kill her?'

‘Aye, laddie, it is. I can't do anything else. She's made a laughing stock of me.'

Nottingham understood. If Worthy didn't catch the girl and take his revenge, others would think he was losing his power and come after him. Hughes was already trying to push his way in, to challenge the man's power. His own men might start doubting his judgement and sharpening their knives. Worthy lived in a world that had no use for mercy or compassion. But understanding that didn't mean accepting it. The Constable took a drink.

‘I told you, you're not the only one she's done this to. There are two of them, we've been looking for them.'

‘Well, you haven't bloody found them yet, have you?' His voice was sharp as metal.

‘We will.'

‘Not before I do, laddie.'

‘We'll see about that, Amos.' He stood up, brushed the fringe from his forehead and left.

Sedgwick was already back at the jail, putting a prisoner into one of the cells, the man shouting in drunken incoherence.

‘This early?' Nottingham asked.

‘Left over from last night, more like. He was wandering all over Boar Lane.' The deputy hung the key back on the hook. Ale was good, being drunk once in a while was fine, but he had no time for public stupidity.

‘Did you find anything out at Jackson's?'

‘A woman used to come to visit one day a week, right enough. Not always the same day.'

‘Very good.' The Constable settled back in the chair.

‘She visited with her maid, so the landlady thought everything was proper. Thought it was a relative who cared for him.'

‘Even better. And what about a description?'

‘The woman was young and blonde, tiny little thing according to the landlady. Seemed very respectable, always wore an expensive gown. The maid was just a little older, with dark hair. Got to be Sarah, boss.'

‘Yes,' Nottingham admitted. ‘But we have something else to think about.'

‘Oh?' He pursed his lips, waiting.

‘That girl from the servant lay. Her name was Nan, wasn't it?'

‘Aye.'

‘Well, Nan's either been very bold or very stupid. She stole ten guineas from Amos Worthy last night.'

Sedgwick's face broke into a grin and then laughter. ‘Oh, that's lovely, boss. I could kiss her for that.'

‘You'll not get a chance if Worthy finds her first,' the Constable told him seriously. ‘Word's spread about it. He said he's going to kill her.'

‘If he does we have him for murder.'

‘And then someone new comes and takes his place, like this Hughes. If he doesn't find her then people will think he's lost his power and they'll be on him like wolves.' He sighed. ‘He's the devil we know.'

‘So what do we do?'

‘We find her first,' Nottingham answered simply. ‘That's our job. She and whoever's with her can't be from around here. They'd never have stolen from Worthy otherwise, that's just tempting trouble.'

‘We haven't had any luck so far,' the deputy pointed out.

‘Then we're going to have to work harder. I want you on it, John.'

‘Why not Rob? It would be a good start for him.'

The Constable considered the idea, then said, ‘No. You know what you're doing, and Worthy has his men out looking. It's going to be quite a while yet before Rob's ready to go up against them. I'll keep him with me on the murder. Use some of the night men if you need help. You know what to do if you have a problem with Worthy's men.' He paused, thinking. ‘Try the inns first. If they have money the chances are they'll be spending it. A good room, drink, clothes.'

‘Aye, boss.'

Lister returned soon after, horse dung from the road thick on his shoes, a satisfied smile on his face.

‘Third place I tried,' he said.

‘Definitely Sarah Godlove?' Nottingham asked.

‘Yes.' The smile became a wide grin. ‘She used the same stable every time, that one on Cripplegate, just off Boar Lane. The first time she was there the ostler asked her name and she didn't have the wit to give a false one.'

‘Good work.' The lad knew what questions to ask and how to ask them, it seemed. ‘Did he mention the maid?'

‘Always with her, he said, but only one horse.'

‘That sounds right enough. And from the description, the pair of them visited Jackson's lodgings every week.'

‘So what now, boss?'

That, the Constable thought, was a good question. If Jackson and Sarah were lovers, Samuel Godlove became the obvious suspect for the killing. Yet he'd seemed innocent enough when he came to report his wife's disappearance, and distraught when he learned she was dead. So either he hadn't done it or he could have had a career on the stage.

‘I think we'll go to Horsforth on Monday and talk to Mr Godlove again,' he decided. ‘How are you on a horse?'

The early evening was heavy with the scents of wild flowers as they strolled up the bank of the Aire. Lizzie's arm was through his and they both kept an eye on James as he ducked and scuttled through the trees or ran too close to the water's edge.

Bees buzzed, a deliciously lazy, summer sound, and John Sedgwick felt fully content being here with his family. He glanced over at Lizzie, a soft smile on her face, one hand moving to rub at her belly, polishing the life growing in there.

‘Tell me when you're ready to go back,' he said.

She looked at him happily. ‘Not yet. This is lovely.'

They'd gone beyond the city and its bustle and buildings, past the upper tenters when the cloth lay stretched on the frames and out into the country. Across the river sheep were bleating as a shepherd walked towards them, crook extended to gather them in. But on this side they might have been the only people in the world.

‘Is everything all right?' he asked her. ‘With the babby, I mean.' He indicated with a dip of his head.

‘John.' She stopped, pushed herself on to tiptoe and kissed him lightly on his pox-marked cheek. ‘You can be a soft bugger at times. Everything's fine. I'd tell you if it wasn't. Come on, I'll race you to that oak over there.' She picked up her skirts and started to run, looking over her shoulder and laughing, the cap tipping back on her head. He began to dash after her. He loved her, but he was damned if a woman was going to beat him at this.

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