Watchman Kaleck almost forgets to finish buttoning his fly at the sound of Grant's voice. He turns, red-faced even in the icy rain, his hair plastered to his forehead.
"The work of one of your hoodlum friends, more like, and you the clever boy trying to throw us off the scent, I'll wager." He glances over at Maugra, snorting. "Lay down with dogs, you'll wake up with fleas, ma'am, and no mistake. I'd check to see all your belongings are about your person and then get as far away from this one as possible."
The watchman looks Grant up and down, clearly wanting to wipe the smirk off the younger man's face, but is held in check by the presence of a witness.
"Lead on, boyo. Let's see if you're as clever as you think."