The sun had descended, and the night blanketed the land. Cameron grumbled, pushing his fingers through his hair, since he'd taken off his wig a few hours ago. He couldn't stay outside Miss Trent's house hiding in the bushes forever. Unfortunately, following her home and spying on her wasn't as productive as he had hoped. Nobody had come to visit the woman, and she didn't go anywhere. It seemed odd that Miss Trent would be such a recluse. Rosie had told him so often how Miss Trent always had people visiting her, and how the woman was always active in the community. Perhaps he'd chosen the wrong day to spy on her. He had a gut feeling that Mr. Bailey's death and Rosie's disappearance were linked. If only he knew why.

However, the night was not wasted. He thought about riding to the Metropolitan Police station. At this time at night, there were only three men working. And...if what he'd overheard between Orwood and Barton at the station, nobody was supposed to know Cameron was considered a suspect. Maybe if he went to the station tonight, he could ask questions to the men working night shift with hopes that one of them saw someone enter with the key to Mr. Bailey's cell. Cameron prayed he'd find a clue. Because only three men worked tonight, Cameron could sneak around the station and poke around for some clues.

He pulled the reins and led the horse out of the bushes near Miss Kent's house. Keeping a sharp eye out for her servants, he quietly mounted his horse and rode toward the station. Disappointment weighed heavy in his chest, making him that much more irritated. He had hoped to find something—anything—while spying on Rosie's friend. But time only passed when his thoughts drifted back to Madison. What was it about her that interested him? It was more than her beauty that held his curiosity. As hard as he tried not to believe in her visions, he found himself wanting to trust her. She should hate him, and yet, she'd been more forgiving toward him than most people he'd known for years.

It was hard to stay away from her. Whenever he drew near to Madison, her eyes lit up like diamonds against a velvety night sky. When he touched her, his heart accelerated, and the contact between them had left him weak in the worst way. How long had it been since he'd reacted so strongly to a woman's touch? He couldn't recall.

Off in the distance, a dog barked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Cameron caught himself smiling like a boy in a candy store, and couldn't believe a woman had made him act this way. He shook away the feelings and frowned. What was he thinking? He couldn't possibly have any sort of relationship with Madison. There was too much going on in his life. And really, he didn't know her well at all. Although, they'd certainly connected earlier while talking in the music room, and again after Miss Trent had left the room with Alice. It surprised him how easily he had opened up his feelings to Madison. He'd never done that before with a woman, much less one he'd only known for a day.

Cameron made it to the station in good time and dismounted before tying his horse inside the barn. The street was empty. He wasn't certain exactly what time of the night it was or if it was the next day already.

He took careful steps when he walked inside, listening to the sounds around him. Hopefully, he was doing the right thing and wouldn't get caught. But Orwood had specifically instructed Barton not to tell anyone. Cameron could only pray that command was still in effect.

Inside the station, it appeared to be deserted. Frowning, he was filled with concern. Shouldn't there be at least two men on duty, so where were they?

Creeping through the building, he looked for those who should have been working tonight. As he started down the back staircase toward the cell block, whispers bounced against the walls in eerie tones. The different noises blended together, and he couldn't decipher the words. Trying to keep his steps quiet, he walked softer and listened to the voices. Finally, the words became recognizable. The men were discussing a certain woman.

Cameron made it to the bottom of the staircase without being detected. He flattened himself against the wall, listening more closely to their conversation. The man talking was Flynn Garrick, and if Cameron wasn't mistaken, the second man was Luis Flannery.

"My good man," Garrick said boisterously, "don't get me wrong. I usually don't enjoy encouraging young girls such as this one, but she was an accomplished flirt. I couldn't very well hold back my urges, especially when I could tell that the girl wanted me to steal a kiss from her."

Flannery chuckled. "Yes, I understand well, my friend. You are as accomplished in the art of seduction as she is. In fact, I think the two of you are perfect for each other."

"Balderdash." Garrick's voice was lighthearted. "As I'd mentioned, she is too spoiled for my tastes. She's not my type at all."

"Although she's spoiled," Flannery added, "she is available for marriage. Am I correct?"

A loud bark of laughter echoed in the cells. "Marriage? Who said anything about marriage?"

"You don't think the woman is after a husband?"

"Absolutely not." Garrick laughed again. "She's practicing until she finds her husband."

"You are rotten to the core, I tell you. And let me warn you that if her brother ever discovers that you kissed his sister, you'll be dead."

"Ha! There's nothing he can do unless he wants his family's name ruined with a scandal."

Cameron rolled his eyes. Haven't these two men anything better to talk about? They were gossiping like henwits!

"You are overlooking one thing, Garrick. A scandal has already ruined his family. It's not every day that a father goes insane and becomes a complete embarrassment to his children."

Shock froze Cameron's limbs. They were discussing his family? And his sister? Which sister... Bunching his hands by his sides, he realized he already knew the answer to that. Only Rosie could cause that kind of talk among men.

His fingers itched to wrap around Garrick's scrawny neck and squeeze until the bones cracked. How dare that man talk about Rosie in such a way? And yet...Rosie brought this on herself. He should have stopped her friendship with Miss Trent before it even started.

"Where do you think Miss Westland is hiding?" Flannery asked.

Cameron held his breath. Hiding? Did these two men know his sister was missing? How could they?

"I couldn't say. However, my dearest Miss Trent seems to think she ran off with a man. According to the very lovely Miss Trent, Miss Westland was itching to get away from her wallflower sister and overbearing brother. I'm sure she hooked up with the first man who'd take her."

Anger boiled in Cameron, and yet, he knew the words were true. Mr. Bailey must not have been the first man to come along. Well, that was what Miss Trent hinted to him, anyway.

"I think everything is clear down here," Flannery stated. "Let's head upstairs now. I've not felt very comfortable down here since that one prisoner was found murdered."

Careful not to be heard, Cameron took soft steps back up the stairs.

"It's definitely rattling to realize that someone here at the station could have been the one responsible for that man's murder."

"Indeed, it is."

Cameron wanted to sigh with relief. At least these men didn't know that Orwood was looking for Cameron and wanted him arrested.

The voices were closing in on him, so Cameron moved faster. When he reached the ground floor and strode around the corner, he spotted Thomas Banks entering the building. Thomas, one of the older officers, worked most nights, and Cameron prayed the man would remember something about Mr. Bailey's death.

Quickly sitting on the nearest bench, Cameron tried to appear as though he'd been waiting there this whole time. When Thomas spotted him, the middle-aged man gave him a nod and proceeded toward Cameron.

"What are you doing here this late at night?" Thomas asked.

"I dropped by to talk to those of you working tonight, but so far, you are the only one I could find."

Thomas jabbed a finger toward the front door. "I was in the privy, but Luis and Flynn should be here."

"I haven't seen them yet." At that moment, the two men walked around the corner into the main room. Neither where fully dressed in their uniforms, for Garrick's coat wasn't buttoned and Flannery's hat was missing. Then again, in all the times Cameron had seen Tom Flannery, the man's hat was never on his large head. It was difficult to find a uniform for a bloke of his size.

When they saw Cameron, their eyes widened.

"Oh, there you are." Cameron tried to keep his voice calm, even if he still wanted to rip Garrick's head off his shoulders. Garrick had always thought of himself as a lady's man. Cameron had reservations about the other officer's belief. He didn't think Garrick was a very handsome man at all. The blond officer's hair was too long for Cameron's taste, and his body was, in fact, on the puny side.

"Thomas and I were just wondering where you two were."

"Downstairs," Garrick said in a rush. His Adam's apple jumped in his thin throat. "We were checking the rooms as part of the shift."

"Why are you here?" Flannery asked as he scratched the side of his chubby face.

Cameron stood. "I'm trying to find some answers."

"About what?"

"I'd like to ask you about last night when Mr. Bailey was killed." He folded his arms. "Can either of you recall if he had a visitor during the night?"

"A visitor?" Flannery asked as he reached over to his desk and picked up a biscuit from his leftover dinner

"Yes. Someone who might work here."

Garrick stepped closer to Cameron. The shadows from within the room made the man's dark eyes appear almost black. "Do you believe he had a visitor and they killed him?"

"At this point, I'm not ruling anything out."

Garrick narrowed his gaze on Cameron. "I thought Captain Orwood was in charge of this case."

Inwardly, Cameron growled. "Yes, he is. I'm just curious, is all. I want to see the criminal brought to justice."

Flannery finished shoving the biscuit into his mouth and licked his fingers. "It was rather a busy night. I don't know if you recall, but Judge Gruber's grandson was found...alive. The station was alert with the happy news."

Cameron nodded as Madison's lovely face popped into his mind again. Judge Gruber was the very reason she was here at the station in the first place. "Yes, I recall."

"The judge's family came soon afterwards," Thomas added as he moved behind his desk and sat. "Because of the commotion, I think it would be hard to spot anyone getting the keys and going downstairs in the basement."

"I understand," Cameron grumbled as he flexed his hands. "But try to remember anything at all. I'm desperately grasping for something that might help with Orwood's investigation."

Garrick cocked his head sideways. "Why are you so concerned about it, Westland?"

Cameron continued to hold his temper. "Because I want this killer found before something like this happens again."

The three other men nodded.

"So," Cameron continued, "if you remember anything, please tell me."

"Come to think of it," Thomas tapped his aged and crooked finger on the desktop, "I do recall seeing someone who looked like Douglas McGreer taking the cell keys from the wall."

Cameron straightened and faced the older man. "What do you mean? It was not McGreer?"

Thomas shrugged. "It looked like McGreer, but I thought he was off work with a broken leg." He swished his hand through the air. "I dismissed the doubt, thinking he was back and I just hadn't realized it yet."

"And you saw him take the keys from off the wall?"

"Indeed, I did. I recall wondering how he was going to try to make it down those stairs with a broken leg, but then my mind was sidetracked when Judge Gruber came into the office."

Hope grew inside of Cameron. "Did McGreer have a crutch?"

Thomas' mouth crinkled with more lines as he scratched his neck. "I honestly cannot recall if he did or not. But he was the same height and build as McGreer. He even wore the uniform."

"I thank you, Thomas." Cameron smiled. "I shall visit McGreer first thing tomorrow morning." He turned to the other men and arched an eyebrow. "And I pray you'll inform me of anything you remember from last night that seemed suspicious."

"Of course we will." Garrick rocked back on his heels as he linked his fingers behind him.

Cameron narrowed his scowl on the reed-thin man and stepped closer to the other officer. "And I promise," he lowered his voice, "if you dare try to ruin my sister, I will kill you. Is that understood?"

The man's face whitened while Flannery, who stood nearby, sucked in a quick breath.

Garrick swallowed so hard, it echoed in the room. "It's very clear, sir."

As Cameron left the office, he felt slightly more at ease. Then again, having Rosie run off with a man didn't settle well in his conscious. Why would his sister want to create a scandal? Hadn't their father embarrassed them enough? And yet, Rosie never thought of others. She only worried about what pleased her.

And what of Madison's visions? From what she had described, Rosie was frightened of something. Had something possibly gone wrong with his sister's plan for escaping the Westland estate? And who was Gaynor?

At least there was a small break-through with who killed Mr. Bailey. Cameron prayed they'd find the killer quickly. He wasn't a patient man.

Groaning, Cameron scrubbed his hands over his face. Frustration was building inside of him quickly, and if he didn't solve one of these cases, he would go mad. For certain, he would have the same fate his father had...if he wasn't arrested and hung for murder, first.