Why Senator Caddrick, of all people? And why now? If Caddrick was here, did that mean his missing, kidnapped kid had been brought here, too? By the Ansar Majlis? Skeeter held back a groan. He had an awful feeling Shangri-La Station was in fatal trouble.
Where that left Skeeter’s adopted, down-timer family . . .
Skeeter ground his molars and turned on the emergency shower. Shangri-La Station wasn’t going down without a fight! If Senator Caddrick meant to shut them down, he was in for the biggest battle of his life. Skeeter Jackson was fighting for the very survival of his adopted clan, for everything he held sacred and decent in the world.
Yakka Mongols, even adopted ones, were notoriously dirty fighters.
And they did not like to lose.
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Chief Inspector Conroy Melvyn, as head of the Ripper Watch Team, had the right to tell Malcolm what he wanted to try when it came to searching for the Ripper’s identity, and what Conroy Melvyn wanted was to know who this mysterious doctor was, assisting James Maybrick. Malcolm, exhausted by days of searching for Benny Catlin, didn’t think Melvyn’s latest scheme was going to work. But he was, as they said in the States, the boss, and what the boss wanted . . .
Nor could Margo tackle this particular guiding job. Not even Douglas Tanglewood was properly qualified. But Malcolm was. So Malcolm Moore dressed to the nines and ordered the best carriage Time Tours’ Gatehouse maintained, and set his teeth against weariness as they jolted through the evening toward Pall Mall and the gentlemen’s clubs for some trace of a doctor answering their mystery Ripper’s description.