Lawrence skidded to a halt as he reached the pavement. A number of Bow Street Runners were still on the steps of the White House.

"Bloody hell." He waited, watching the men for what felt like an eternity before they joined the others inside the brothel.

"About time." He walked briskly down the street, trying to look inconspicuous, which was difficult at midnight. He found a coach ready to take on passengers and waved for the man to come down the alley to him. Then he ...