Unbuttoning Miss Matilda

I can prove that this bracelet was stolen and denounce you to the authorities. Unless, that is, you disappear tonight and never show your face in London again.

Jack would have laughed, except it wasn’t really funny. So Fitz must have substituted his bracelet with one containing true gemstones and most likely Jack’s foolish mother wouldn’t even have noticed. ‘This is a heap of lies,’ he said, ‘concocted by the idiot who presumably paid you to deliver this—’

Thwack! One of the scoundrels had produced a club from out of nowhere and had taken a swing at his chin. Jack staggered back to prop himself against a nearby wall. By the time he could see straight again, those men were disappearing into the shadows.

So Fitz was determined to drive him out of town. Jack rubbed his bruised chin, considering his options. His first impulse was to confront Fitz again and attempt to prove that he had not given his mother a stolen bracelet, but his mother would be a shaky witness and Fitz was a wily opponent. Besides, Jack had far more important business to settle with Fitz, so perhaps the time had come for him to make a strategic if temporary retreat.

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