Sir,Judas settled into his chair and waited for Willoughby to place his coffee in front of him before responding.
“Sir, welcome to the Yard. May I ask how much you know about the 7th Floor and the Black Museum?”
Leonard was one of those small men, the ones who ride on the coattails of others and then once they are in a position of power, they fire everyone who had ever helped them up the ladder so that they can reinvent themselves as self-made men. Chief Superintendent Leonard reeked of plastic. He was just a bad copy of someone else, and Judas did not like him on sight.
“I was given a brief, a short brief by my predecessor. He was not all that happy about my elevation to the rank and this position, so anything I was able to take from him was, you know, patchy. He was on his deathbed wh
