Judas stood by the window at the back of his office and watched the angels flying past. He had always felt that the city was more awake at night, paradoxically. London always made him feel more alive, and its energy had a knack of lifting him whenever he felt down, but right at this moment in time, he was numb to it, and if he were being truly honest with himself, he was out of love with the place and would have taken a one-way ticket to anywhere. He had lost another partner. He had liked Lace. She was strong and capable, and she had made him smile. But now she was gone, and he was unlikely to get any more help for a while.
Maybe that is for the best? he thought.
Maybe that is for the best?Judas didn’t need another cup of coffee, but he made one, all the same. He needed to be doing somet
