Page 107 of A Dangerous Lord (Regency Spies & Secrets 3)

“Yes, sir.”

Corbyn walked around his desk and sat down. “It’s discomfiting to hear that,” he admitted. “Is there anything else that you can tell me about my father’s attacker?”

Both agents shook their heads.

“You are lucky neither of you were killed today,” Corbyn said. “Next time, I hope you use more caution when you are on an assignment. The line between life and death is rather a fine one for us.”

“Yes, sir,” they replied in unison.

“Be off with you,” Corbyn ordered with a wave of his hand.

After the agents left the room, Corbyn’s eyes scanned over the piles of correspondence that he needed to review, but he found his mind straying towards the events of his father’s attack. The suspect had managed to dupe two of his agents and enter the townhouse without being seen. That, in and of itself, was no small feat.

But why kill his father? He had to assume that this was the work of Kerley. What would he gain by killing him? Nothing. He hadn’t even bothered to search the suspect for a letter. There was no need.

Corbyn leaned back in his chair and turned his attention towards the window. None of his agents had found anything that would give a lead on where Kerley was hiding. How was that possible? Someone had to know something.

The door to his office was thrown open and Lord Daniel stormed in. “Have you made any progress on the forged banknotes yet?”

“We have not.”

Lord Daniel gave him a disapproving look. “It has been days.”

“Unfortunately, there is not much to go on,” Corbyn replied honestly.

“When has that stopped you before?” Lord Daniel asked, giving him a pointed look.

Corbyn winced. “All of my agents have been scouring London, but they have yet to find any leads.”

Lord Daniel sat in the chair in front of the desk. “The Home Secretary is not a patient man,” he huffed.

“I am well aware.”

“If you weren’t such a blasted good agent, then I would have already dismissed you.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“You should, because it was meant as one.”

Corbyn leaned forward in his chair. “We do have a suspect, though.”

“That is some progress.”

“It is, but we have no idea where to find him.”

Lord Daniel shook his head. “You have one of the most sophisticated spying agencies in the world, and you can’t find one man?”

“It’s complicated.”

Putting his hand up, Lord Daniel said, “Just do what you were assigned to do.”

“As you wish.”

Lord Daniel’s demeanor softened. “I heard your father was attacked this morning.”

“You did?”

Lord Daniel nodded. “The magistrate is a personal friend of mine.”

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