Time marches on, and as it does, so do Jackson's suspicions grow. Drake's injuries seem not to heal, in fact they appear to get worse. Whenever he's able, he examines his lover, but can find no medical cause for the increased bruising, nor the way his ribs refuse to heal.

That, and the fact that the furnishings in their little room suddenly start to become a lot more lavish, sets the doctor's suspicions on high alert. He knows this town. He knows there are ways of getting money in ways that the Inspector does not approve of. Ways that tend to lead to bruises and broken bones.

He doesn't want to follow Drake, the night he chooses to do so. He wants to be able to trust his lover, but he's also close to certain that he knows what he's up to. And if he is right, well... he needs to put a stop to the stupidity before it gets the man killed. If he needed money, then all he had to do was ask.