“Come close, McTavish, and I’ll tell you a secret. Something about me that few men know.” There wasn’t a man alive who wanted to be privy to Dorian Blackwell’s secrets. They were the kind that got one killed. He stepped toward the dark, hulking man. “Y-yes?” “No one wants that kind of incentive, Inspector. Not even me.” Blinking rapidly, McTavish nodded as he watched Dorian Blackwell melt into the mist and shadows of the London evening, certain that he’d not only escaped death, but the devil, himself.
