According to Dashforth, Millie LeCour was a liar and blackmailer. A charismatic narcissist dancing with a death sentence. A mark with private rooms above Bow Street. It was all Argent needed to know. Wasn’t it? So … why was he here prowling amongst the crowds of common people like a serpent in a container of mice? Oh yes. Reconnaissance. He’d do well to remember that.
