Chapter 20: The Superintendent, 1921Alec kept to himself the knowledge that an underpowered magician had told him he was probably searching for a magical killer. The crazy thing was that he didn’t think it was unreasonable, given what he’d seen. The weird claws on the Creature, the bizarre brain damage of the victims, and—he bit his lip as he reviewed this in his head—the weird glow around the hands of the man he’d just been speaking to. The one he couldn’t stop thinking about.
Instead he stomped back to the station—he felt he spent a lot of his post-Tyler time stomping—and sent out a large team of men to scour the St Katherine’s Dock and the surrounding area, armed and instructed to shoot on sight. Then he made a telephone call and went into the lavatory to comb down his recalcitrant hai
