Nora had called later that afternoon to say that Wulfric would need the night to recover enough to speak to him properly. Lace was still out and about, trying to get to the bottom of the Gilded Goat robbery, so Judas made the decision to call it a day and go home. There would be no point sitting in his creaky chair, staring up into the stars through the dirty skylight all night tonight. b****y Nora was in charge as far as Wulfric was concerned. He was in safe hands and whatever had used him for a dartboard would never dare make another attempt on his life whilst he was in the Yard. So, home it was and home he went.
The bus was trying as hard as it could to keep him awake, or break his neck, he couldn’t decide which one. The constant starting and stopping was making him feel seasick as wel
