pleaseDestroyed by ArchangelJudas reached the door to the Black Museum and took his black swipe card from his jacket pocket. He swiped it through the jaws of the lock, the door shivered and opened, and Judas and the Archangel entered. The outer room of the Black Museum was cold and dark. It contained hundreds of photographs showing the scenes of notorious crimes, crude drawings made by prison inmates, wicked looking knives, coshes, hammers, pliers, screwdrivers and all manner of despicable weapons. The exhibits, for that is what they were, whispered in low voices, muttering and murmuring to each other. Judas often spoke with them; they had knowledge of how crimes were committed and where the bodies were buried. They were useful, so he let them stay.
The smell that Judas had detected when
