Judas had decided to call it a day. The map on the wall in his office was pierced here and there with blue pins. Each one represented a crime scene of an occult nature. Staring at the blue pins had made his eyes tired and red. The troll that he and Lace had found in the sewers was causing b****y Nora and her team of investigators a few headaches. The water and the sewage had masked or contaminated any clues that may have been useful. Still, if there was something to be found, b****y Nora would find it. Judas reached for his silver coin once again and began to rub at it in small clockwise circles.
He’d come to this city long ago; he’d seen it grow and prosper. Then he’d seen the Second Fall of the Angels. They’d chosen London as their second home over New York, Paris, Berlin and a host of
