The Gangster (Magic & Steam #2)

“Seems a might suspicious,” the copper said for a second time from where we stood in the middle of the street.

Dawson had heard the whomp and crack of flesh and metal slamming into the cobblestone from his post inside the lobby, and thinking the body was that of a resident, had rushed to render aid.

I’d left Gunner upstairs, raced to the ground floor, and gone outside to find the poor man looking terrified and grief-stricken.

“Mr. Hamilton,” he exclaimed, running toward me. “There’s—he must have—”