In an irritated tone, Quin said, "I thought you told us Hugh was going to be able to handle this situation with Davis Grey."

"Aye, he will."

"You should have seen the look on his face when I apprised him of the threat."

"He should react that way," Ethan said impatiently. "Grey's a dangerous killer with an agenda." Grey had worked in the Network as an assassin—in fact, he'd trained Hugh.

"No, I meant when I told him it wasJane in danger." Jane Weyland, the fair daughter of Edward Weyland.

They'd heard word that Grey sought to kill Jane for revenge against Weyland because she was what Weyland treasured most in the world. To protect her, Weyland planned for Ethan to hunt and destroy Grey and for Hugh to act as Jane's bodyguard, trailing her.

Shouldn't be a problem. Where Jane went, Hugh yearned to follow.

Quin added, "Grey told me Hugh loved her."

Ethan quirked a brow. "We're talkin' to Grey now?"

"Years ago, before he turned."

Turned madman.Grey was known to wear a jovial expression, his demeanor complimentary and amenable, even while he was slitting his targets' throats.

"Well, is it true?" Quin asked.

"Hugh might have had an infatuation when they were younger," Ethan lied. Hugh was likely still in love with Jane to an unspeakable—anembarrassing —degree. "He hasn't even seen her in years." And had never told her how he felt.

"He rode off after her tonight quickly enough."

"Where's she gone at this hour?" Ethan asked.

"She sneaked out her window to meet my sisters and their young friend from out of town."

"To go where?"

"Haymarket Street," Quin finally answered. "I'm on my way there right now."

"Gin palaces and prostitutes." The rookeries were squalid, but Haymarket was seamy. "What's there to tempt them?"