Chapter Eight
Stepping cautiously onto the street at well past three in the morning, Clara wished once again that Hildegard’s hidden workshop might have been located in a nicer part of the city. Few electric lights burned in the darkness, because row upon row of warehouses, offices and factories required little illumination after working hours closed.
That wasn’t to say that the streets were empty, however. A little less than twenty-four hours ago she’d almost run into a gang of most unpromising types a mere few minutes from Hildy’s door. So today, though she had refused Til’s offer of an escort home, she had accepted Hildy’s offer of a fully charged coilgun. The weapon lay tucked inside her jacket, within easy reach should she need to defend herself. Its needles were loaded with anaesth
