Gabriel’s sixth destination was one he’d never been to before. He’d never been in this part of town either. Withers opened the carriage door and Gabriel glanced around before stepping out. The day was cooler. Once he was on the street, he drew his cloak more securely around his shoulders.
The paint on the door of the building in front of him was chipped. There was trash scattered, blown by the wind, along the sides and into the corners of the steps he had to climb. On the second step wa...