Gone For Good: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Mystery (Midlife Mysteries Book 5) by H.P. Mallory

Author:H.P. Mallory [Mallory, H.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-07T16:00:00+00:00

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The rattling of the carriage wheels over the cobblestones seemed to grow louder as we entered the East End, or perhaps that was just my heightened awareness of the dangers that lurked on these squalid streets. I could feel the tension radiating from Grant as he peered out the hansom window. After Sophie’s declaration about Mrs. Thorndike, the East End, Jack the Ripper, and Spencer’s history of accompanying us here more than once, Grant had simply refused to speak another word to either one of us. And although I found his silence certainly off-putting, I supposed it was better than his anger. And it was vastly better than if he’d insisted we turn the carriage around!

“‘ere we are,” called the driver, slowing the horses to a stop outside a particularly grimy tenement building, but one that I now knew well. Its windows were cracked and smudged with soot, and the paint was peeling away in ragged strips.

Grant said nothing as he opened the door and held it for us, offering both of us his hand in order to assist us from the cab. After he helped Sophie out, he held out his hand to me but refused to look at me. I just sighed, because I knew Grant’s temper well and it was an exhausting thing, really.

The three of us then made our way toward the building’s entrance and all the while, I could hear the faint sounds of laughter and singing that drifted in from the open windows above us. Unfortunately, the noise was coming from a place of drunken recklessness rather than from any form of innocent merriment.

Before Grant could ask the driver to wait for us, the man was off and our only means of a reliable escape hurried down the cobbled road, turned a corner, and then vanished out of sight.

“Stay close, both of you,” Grant warned as we approached the door. “And don’t speak to anyone.”

“Understood,” I whispered, my resolve unwavering.

“I ain’t no pushova,” Sophie whispered. “I can look out fer meself, I can,” she finished, her tone challenging despite the fear that flickered in her eyes. She then clutched her shawl tightly around her shoulders and took a step closer to Grant.

Speaking of the man, he turned to face me then and his features seemed suddenly set in stone.

“Philippa, as far as your hijinks go, this is one of the stupidest stunts you’ve ever pulled,” he said.

I could only hope that by the end of this evening, I wouldn’t find myself agreeing with him.

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