Chapter 10: The Morgue, 1921Alec had grabbed some sleep at home in his own bed before he went back to the station, but not much. He was dog-tired, he hadn’t had time to take a bath, and his hat and coat had still been wet when he put them back on for the trek back from Hampstead to Wapping. Even in the borrowed police Ford it was tedious.
He was hunched over a large cup of tea and the photographs Tyler had given him when Grant strolled back in. “Any luck?” he asked.
Grant shook his head. “No, sir. No one else saw anything. No one else heard anything. I’d be saying it was another gang murder if it wasn’t for the way the body was mauled. And those two chaps swear to Jesus they saw someone jump that back wall. They’re weren’t so drunk they were seeing things.”
“Any identification?”
“No. N
