It was a good point she made: Malachi had never had to find lodgings in the way that most people did. He had always lived wherever his churches set aside for him. Some had been better than others, some crowded, some empty, but he had never had to put any thought into them.

Malachi followed Nettie's gaze to the constable nearby.

"Good plan. I believe I've met that one."

He was pretty sure that one just tried to avoid him too. It brought a smile to his face, small and amused.

"Constable Crane?" called Malachi. Making sure that Nettie followed, he directed their path towards the constable.

"Ah, that is you, isn't it?"