Judas stepped out of the lift with his ears still ringing from the dressing down he’d just received from the Chief. The meetings he had attended with the partners of the officers that were killed the day before had not gone well (if ever a meeting of that nature can go well) and the Chief was angry and ashamed. Judas wandered back down the corridor and pushed the door to his office open. When he walked inside, he found an older man sitting on top of one of the filing cabinets against the wall.
“It’s strange to see the angels flying past your window all the time,” he said.
“It’s even stranger that you can get inside my office without anyone knowing,” Judas replied.
“Forgive me, Master of the Black Museum. I hope that I’m addressing you with the correct honorific?” said the man.
“Never m
