“You don’t have to fear any legal repercussions, Trenwyth, that’s not why I called you here.” To his surprise, Trenwyth made a dry sound of mirth. “I am once removed from a royal duke, Chief Inspector, I could slaughter anyone I pleased in the middle of Westminster and leave their corpses in the street without fear of legal reprisal.” Morley thought he heard someone mutter, “Lucky bastard,” but couldn’t identify whom. Probably Argent.
