Chapter 19Orphans & Demons
The journey from headquarters to Speke Hill would, under normal circumstances, take no more than fifteen minutes, but the traffic was heavy all over the city, thanks to the sudden descent of thick fog, that had made its way inexorably inland from the Irish Sea, enveloping the city in the muffled calm generated by a thick old-fashioned pea-souper.
Izzie Drake behind the wheel, the Mondeo almost seemed to groan at the forced lack of speed as the fog presented motorists with an almost impenetrable grey cloud-like barrier. Small golden-yellow haloes appeared around each of the normally bright street lights, adding a surreal feel to the vista that presented itself to those brave or foolhardy enough to attempt to drive in such weather conditions.
Ross felt an almost
