Williams swerved to avoid another police car coming the other way, and settled back into his seat. The roads were getting busy again. It was the golden hour for traffic, the calm before the storm of the rush hour. Even so, London was still heaving, and it took them just under half an hour to travel the meagre distance between town proper and Clapham.
As expected, Michael and Ray were already there, and waiting outside the church. Michael looked angry as usual, while Ray looked absolutely petrified. It was only when you got two angels together that you could see the difference in size and shape. The Archangels were massive - the thoroughbreds - angels like Ray, on the other hand, were normal, if winged people could be classified as normal, that is. They still stood head and shoulders over
