Judas left b****y Nora to complete the autopsy on the boy. Black Maria had her own business to attend to and Sergeant Lace looked as though she needed a cooling beverage with her Mudlark, so he returned to the Yard on his own.
Ensconced in his chair and sitting by an open window with a small glass of vodka, he was off the clock now, and thought about Nora and that fop, Wulfric the Warden. It made him smile because they made each other happy. And there was Lace and her beau. Hopefully, they were happy with each other too. Then his thoughts turned to the White Witch, but he did not allow himself to dwell there because it made him despondent.
Judas reflected on his time here in London. He still didn’t understand why people stood by him, or with him come to that, but he was glad that they di
