Chapter 22
He forgot his notebook.
If there was any chance that she was telling him the truth, he needed that notebook back. Lincoln had stupidly discarded it in his anger, and now he would have to face Moira a second time to retrieve it.
He hurried through the rain-soaked streets. He was nearing the building that held her when he heard the muffled sound of a gun firing. He froze as he looked towards the window of her cell. In spite of everything, he couldn’t help but feel saddened at the sound of her execution.
The feeling was short lived as the beastly form of Moira burst through the window, showering the street beneath her in debris. Moira landed on all fours with a heavy thump. Lincoln stood in disbelief as Moira bolted through the streets.
It wasn’t long before the sound of gunshots and screams filled the streets. Lincoln ignored the chaos as he continued towards the building. A column of armed guards passed by in pursuit.
He was surprised when he entered Moira’s cell. He expected to find carnage but instead found Sloane and three other guards. The window was smashed outwards, allowing the wind to sweep rain into the room. Remnants of Moira’s clothes were scattered around her chair, alongside the destroyed rope. Sloane was tending to the injured as Lincoln entered the room. Quickly spotting his discarded notebook, Lincoln strode over and picked it up off the floor and slid it into the pocket of his coat.
Guilt erupted in Lincoln’s gut. The men were barely touched! Other then a few bruises, there were no visible injuries to speak of. He expected to see lacerations at least, if not a full-on mauling. Lincoln felt ashamed of himself. Moira was right. He couldn’t fix this, but he had to try to help her escape at least.
He turned to leave when he spotted Moira’s gear. He turned back into the cell and retrieved the broken eye patch. He then returned to the bundle. Swinging the blunderbuss over his shoulder, Lincoln haphazardly carried the heavy package into the streets as he hurried to find Moira.