Chapter 8: Lessons in Photography, Autumn 1921It was dark in the alley. The gas lamps on the main thoroughfare didn’t reach this far and the lights from the small motorcar didn’t do much to dispel the murky drizzle. Alec pulled his hat lower and turned up the collar of his overcoat, hunching his shoulders in an attempt to stop the rain making its inexorable way down his neck. He was going to be out here a while by the look of it and he could do without getting a chill. The damp macadam glistened silver in the faint light and as he slammed the door of the motor and walked toward the small group of police clustered in front of him, he smelled the sharp metallic scent of fresh blood.
“What have we got, Grant?” he asked.
The conferring circle of raincoats opened to include him and he absentl
