They’re killing angels, so what I need is an angel that owes me a favourJudas paid, grabbed his coat and then headed for Charing Cross Road and the number 19 bus to Upper Street. Ray was his angel snitch, and he lived near the Angel Islington. Judas had saved Ray ten years earlier, and Ray felt that he was very much in his debt. Judas had tried many times to tell Ray that he didn’t owe him anything, that he had just been doing his job, but Ray just waved his words away. Angels lived by an ancient code, and if a human helped them in any way they were bound to the human for as long as that human lived. Angels live a very long time, and humans don’t, so it’s not so bad for the angel, really; to the humans it was forever, but to an angel it was just the time it took to wash your hair.
Ray had
