"Klein, how has work been lately, now that the ambassador business is settled?"
As they walked down the street, Nimrod turned to ask the heavily bearded Klein beside him.
After leaving his manor, he had made a few simple changes to his appearance and gone to see Klein as "James Holmes." After a word with Dunn, he had pulled Klein out of the Detective Agency with him.
For the Tingen City team, now that the ambassador incident was largely over, there were no pressing tasks beyond their usual commissions.
In fact, apart from the doubled training intensity that came with joining the Red Gloves, Klein's work now was much like it had been when he first joined the Nighthawks and tried to lure out the Antigonus Family Notebook. He could investigate subjects that interested him and use them to attract Ince Zangwill's attention.
It had already been late when Nimrod left his manor. By the time they left the Detective Agency, darkness had enveloped Backlund.
Still, the place Nimrod wanted to take Klein really wasn't suitable for a daytime visit. His days were far too busy anyway. Fortunately, he didn't have to host a banquet today, leaving his entire evening free.
Nimrod really felt he needed to get himself a Sleepless characteristic. Otherwise, he would be exhausted every day.
"Nothing much lately, though I've met some fairly interesting clients and joined a few clubs in Backlund. Hmm, I don't think the connections I've made through commissions can compare to yours. After all, you're usually the one paying other people to do things."
Klein put it tactfully, then asked Nimrod with some curiosity, "Speaking of which, where exactly are you taking me? You're being awfully mysterious."
It was already quite late. Neither of them had taken a carriage. Wearing the trench