"A beautiful day begins in the morning!"
Aaron, dressed in comfortable loungewear, sat at the dining table and gazed at the breakfast Sylvia had carefully prepared on the pristine tablecloth:
Two eggs fried until lightly golden, a slice of buttered bread, some bacon, and a jam tart.
Since Aaron didn't care for coffee, the drink was milk.
Sometimes, she made lemon tea with slices of lemon floating in it instead.
With Sylvia's cooking skills, she deserves a weekly wage of five Shillings or even more... That Benjamin family is suspicious. I should investigate when I get the chance...
It wasn't because Aaron was some kind of champion of justice. He was just nearly out of money again...
Besides trading knowledge with Clark Das, he had to pay rent every day, along with transportation, water and gas, and the maid's wages...
The little money he'd stolen from the gangs was nowhere near enough to cover his expenses.
And he couldn't keep doing it forever.
The police officers don't pay much attention to gang members. They're even reluctant to investigate bodies left behind by gang fights... By contrast, even the death of a lowly dockworker or a prostitute is quickly investigated... There's an invisible prejudice at work. Still, there's a chance I could be exposed...
Aaron stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth, savoring its rich, fatty flavor. Besides, those gangsters are actually pretty poor... Ten robberies wouldn't bring in as much as shaking down one respectable gentleman, and they'd be far more likely to expose me...
And the Benjamin family is clearly involved in the occult. Maybe I can get my hands on some occult materials?
Once he and Clark Das had grown more familiar and trusting, Aaron could probably ask him to introduce him to the local community of