Stanley tapped his foot nervously on the floor of the bureau’s basement. After hearing news of Edwin’s complications, he had traveled back to London with a fury.

Impatiently, he grumbled under his breath as he waited for Father Terrence, the priest of the church that the bureau was working under.

“Mr. Shepperd,” a voice from the dark spoke.

Stanley jumped with the sudden presence and he huffed, putting a hand on his chest. ...