He flashed his warrant card to the chap behind the window and was waved through the gates without having to produce a valid ticket for his journey. The small patch of grass directly outside the station was where the Military Fitness people assembled to ‘Beast’ those members of the public who wanted to lose a little weight and get shouted at a lot for a small monthly fee by an ex-Para in big boots. Judas gave it a wide berth and wandered onto the Common, keeping one eye open for wayward lights and the other for unclaimed dog poo.
‘BeastThe darkness came swiftly, and tonight it brought a special friend along with it. The mist crawled over the common. It was a thin mist, not one of the peasoupers that you heard about in the East End, or something that you’d experience on Dartmoor in a wet an
