
This, then, was as it should be. "I'll be keepin' tabs once ye've got yer . . . deal worked out," she murmured, not sure if Thatcher would hear her and not caring. She'd done her job, and she'd other business to mind. She'd check in with Thatcher later. For the moment, she offered one last sneer, skipped the lantern, and forsook the tunnel in favor of climbing up the wall and quickly out of sight.