Williams couldn’t get out of the Museum quickly enough. The big fella could move fast when he wanted to, it seemed. Judas followed him down the corridor at a more sedate pace. Why was the Museum so keen for him to speak to Michael? Watch his reaction and see what happens, it had said. It all sounded a bit theatrical, and Judas didn’t like being manoeuvred. He was the one that usually did the manoeuvring. It wasn’t a nice feeling and it irked him. When he got back to the office, Williams was standing over the kettle in the far corner of the office with a tea mug in each hand. He was holding them tightly as if they were about to be taken from him, and he’d forgotten to flick the switch.
“It’s going to take a long time to boil like that, Williams.”
He looked shaken, thought Judas. It took a
