Either the warm weather or the new information regarding Septimus Leavitt’s death had Jack whistling a tune as he walked down South Oak Way. He was able to track down an Accident Construction Worker’s address. Jack tipped his hat at a group of ladies who fanned their faces as they courtesy to greet him. They were pretty, but nothing like Verity. He was happy she was out of harm’s way now that she had a use helping him. If the clockworks employees had the ability to assign a use without consulting the machine, surely Jack and Verity had a right to devise her own use as well.
With Verity on the case, he was not alone. She had a use and was no longer in danger of expulsion from the city. He had as much right as the engineers to make decisions on the person he worked with or not. If they could ignore the machine, he had a right too. He told himself that a few more times allowing a vendor to attract his attention.
“Fresh apples,” a lone man called from a nearby cart. He wiped his hands on his apron and called again.