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Torcia realized that in all her thoughts, she really had no idea what her life would be like if she were with Reeves. Oh my God. What kind of life does a Bow Street cop earn? Bet his salary is very minimal, but surely with his own affairs he will make enough for a decent lifestyle. She didn't ask for much, a room or two in a safe area of London would suffice.

"I'll be damned if I have to prove my financial ability to support my own wife." Reeves said. "All you need is to know that she won't starve to death, and that she'll have a roof over her head."

Finally, the journey to London departed at almost 12pm, which meant they would travel through the night and arrive in the early afternoon. Torcia rests in the dark brown velvet upholstery in Reeves's fully equipped car. As they were on their way, Reeves moved to weaken the small lamp that was illuminating the interior of the carriage.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" he asked. "It's not long before dawn."

Torcia shook her head. Despite her f