Suzanne Robinson
“Glancing out the window at the back garden, she watched snowflakes fall, then yawned. She had reached Pennant’s late last night, and hadn’t calmed enough to sleep for several hours after that. The mantel clock struck four in the afternoon, and she returned to her reading.
That boardinghouse had been a place of prostitution, of course. Rumors about it said that the men who frequented the place had peculiar tastes. They also said that the manager pandered to these tastes most enthusiastically, si...nce they coincided with his own. The manager’s name was Frankie Fawn.
“Fawn.”
Liza rummaged among the papers on her desk, found the note she’d scribbled last night, and jabbed her finger at one of the names.
“Frank Fawn. Merciful heavens.” She jumped up from the desk and began to pace back and forth in front of it. “Toby!”
Toby, who had been seeing off a group of employees bound for an earl’s military banquet, clattered through the house in his all-weather boots. Entering her office, he put his mittened fists on his hips and surveyed her.MoreLess
That boardinghouse had been a place of prostitution, of course. Rumors about it said that the men who frequented the place had peculiar tastes. They also said that the manager pandered to these tastes most enthusiastically, si...nce they coincided with his own. The manager’s name was Frankie Fawn.
“Fawn.”
Liza rummaged among the papers on her desk, found the note she’d scribbled last night, and jabbed her finger at one of the names.
“Frank Fawn. Merciful heavens.” She jumped up from the desk and began to pace back and forth in front of it. “Toby!”
Toby, who had been seeing off a group of employees bound for an earl’s military banquet, clattered through the house in his all-weather boots. Entering her office, he put his mittened fists on his hips and surveyed her.MoreLess
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