Chapter 2: Home VisitWill
Will’s rooms were always peaceful after the hurly-burly of a day at the Wapping police station and he relished the silence when he could get back to Great Portland Street and hole up at night. He took a long, luxurious bath to wash off the sweat of the day and put on his pajamas and dressing gown.
He was in the small galley kitchen of the flat breaking eggs for an omelet, when he heard a sharp tap on the door. He turned off the gas, put the pan to one side, and went to answer it.
A tall blonde girl stood on the step, in some sort of loose-fitting trouser-outfit.
No. Not a girl.
He remembered the day’s events in a sudden cascade and with reflex reaction went to slam the door. But the Creature was too swift for him and held it open with that surprising solidity
