Judas imagined Charles Peace sitting comfortably in his large room and watching the hustle and bustle of the world going by outside his window, longing to be able to join it.
The Black Museum worked in funny ways. Maybe Williams would be able to find out more about how it came to be, and why it was created in the first place? That particular chore would have to wait, though, because there were a lot more pressing matters to worry about right now. Seeing Williams move about the office made him smile, but also made him want to jump out of the window. It wasn’t his fault that this man had died. He wasn’t so churlish as to think that he was responsible, but Death did walk one pace behind him, and it seemed that it always would. So, each new partner was on borrowed time. It made no sense whats
