Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.
- George Jackson (1941 - 1971)
His thumb's tapping against the rumpled note nestled in middle of his palm matched his deliberate pacing across the room. The passing exchange with the Detective replayed in his mind as the Barrister retraced his steps around his office, hands clasped behind his back.
A knock against his door pulled him from his musings. Lucien glanced up from his unfocused study of the rug to see Gwyr lead in a young lad...one of the street rats, who he's come to rely on for their reconnaissance as well as their underestimated network. The young boy strode right up the Barrister and held out his hand expectedly. A crooked grin hinted at the corner of Lucien's mouth and he handed over the rumpled note to the youth.
Not a word was exchanged between the two and the young boy strode out from the Barrister's residence and headed to the West End, to deliver the note to the Detective.
- George Jackson (1941 - 1971)
His thumb's tapping against the rumpled note nestled in middle of his palm matched his deliberate pacing across the room. The passing exchange with the Detective replayed in his mind as the Barrister retraced his steps around his office, hands clasped behind his back.
A knock against his door pulled him from his musings. Lucien glanced up from his unfocused study of the rug to see Gwyr lead in a young lad...one of the street rats, who he's come to rely on for their reconnaissance as well as their underestimated network. The young boy strode right up the Barrister and held out his hand expectedly. A crooked grin hinted at the corner of Lucien's mouth and he handed over the rumpled note to the youth.
Not a word was exchanged between the two and the young boy strode out from the Barrister's residence and headed to the West End, to deliver the note to the Detective.