The Chief Superintendent’s reply to his email was as expected. It was terse and formal, and he was less than happy that yet another of his officers had been killed in the line of duty. Gone was the pleasant tone of his previous communications. He understood the nature of the work that the Black Museum did and had the greatest respect for DCI Iscariot but didn’t think that it would be wise at this time to suggest a replacement from within the rank and file of the Met. Had Judas explored the possibility of a specialist in the occult magic field being recruited from outside the police force? Were there better-suited individuals in other areas of the city?
There were the usual and expected pleasantries at the end of the message, of course, and then there were the horrible parts pertaining to
