" And now Dom could hear sounds of a carriage coming up the road. That could be another of Barlow’s friends--or more than one. Dom didn’t fancy being cornered by a pack of prizefighters.
So he tightened his hold on the bruiser until his breathing stopped and the man went limp.
As Dom lowered him to the ground, shadows darkened the end of the alley nearest the street. But before he could even reach for the pistol in his other pocket, a familiar voice drawled, “Told you he’d be in the alley. Dom always prefers seclusion for his interrogations.”
Dom released a breath. Thank God Jane had sent Victor and Tristan here. "

― Sabrina Jeffries , If the Viscount Falls (The Duke's Men, #4)