House of Sin (The Oily Cat #1)

38. I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE SOMETHING…

I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE SOMETHING…

The night had settled fully over The Oily Cat.

The usual ruckus from the bar downstairs had dwindled, and Elona nothing else mattered.

He had a history of slipping through cracks wide enough for men like him to walk free.

But not this time. I stared down at the article, my heart hammering, while rage consumed me.

He had chosen the wrong town, the wrong brothel, the wrong girls.

He had chosen Violet. And if Father Frederick was watching us, he best know we were watching him back.