The Yard was incredibly busy, as usual. The rotating wedge was being used as a backdrop for yet another interview, and banks of cameramen and reporters were jostling for position in front of another harassed-looking Police Inspector. The crowd of reporters seemed to grow bigger and bigger by the day, while the size of their cameras got smaller and smaller. An interview used to be a three-man job, but now all that was needed was a phone and a pair of sharp elbows to get to the front. Judas ran up the steps and took the lift to the 7th floor. As he entered the office, Williams tried to look like he was ensconced in some of the files.
“How do you spell ‘lycanthropy’, Judas?”
“Like it’s written in my report, sergeant.”
Williams held up the report he was pretending to read, and pointed at so
