Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 21

Silver and Scotch, Downton Abbey

Silver and Scotch

Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske

Night 21


Blake remembered the location of the shop accurately. It was down a long hallway that ran perpendicular to 47th Street, in a building full of small jewelers. He feigned interest in a collection of rings in the window of the shop across the hall until the customer left the shop he was seeking. He pushed the door open slowly and met the gaze of the elderly woman behind the case.

Her inquisitive gaze soon hardened. “You,” she snarled. “When did you get out?”

“Recently,” he replied pleasantly.

“He’s not here, you know. Still in prison. All because of you.”

“I hadn’t heard,” he began and she raised her hand to cut him off.

“I don’t want you here. Get out. If you’re stupid enough to take up your old ways again, you’ll have to go to the Russian mob down on Canal Street. The mob owns it all, now. Ask for Alexi. And God help you if you get mixed up with them.”

Blake stepped out onto the street. He knew she was right. He’d be crazy to get mixed up with the Russian. He set off for Canal Street.

Bedtime Stories: Silver and Scotch–Night 22