Oh shit... did I forget to tell Iago that Lannie I were...

Suppose I did.

"Lannie and I shacked up. I mean, she was staying there, and we were trying to share that bed anyway..." I might be grinning. I might be grinning like a dopey teenager. "Yeah, she's back. Probably be happy to see your ugly mug too." Okay, the bend in the river means we're about two-thirds of the way back to my place. Good.

"Did I tell you about my recent encounter with Jarmyn? Surely you've already heard. Doesn't the local grapevine stroll through your office everyday?"

Can't help but give an evil little snicker at that. "Every other day. Either Wanda swings by or I go there for lunch. I just don't like the fellow, but she takes delight in his tripping over his own tongue. You know she went to the Whitechapel to chew him out---"

There's the sound of a twig snapping from behind us, and I stop and my head spins around. Unfortunately, due to the opium and drink, my vision takes about three seconds to catch up to my actual eyesight. Damn, I hate being slightly impared.

"Hear that?"