It didn’t take George long to find his way out of Anatole and down the winding staircases that led him into the shadowy world of Dismas. He was a criminal at heart, after all, and Dismas was the lawless black heart of the strange new land he’d found himself in. If he was going to make a living while he was here, then this was the place to start.
(
He didn’t like what he saw. )