Chapter Two
Digital winds.
Winter formed a cruel bruise over the city, a threat and a promise rolled into one. The lowering skies heralded sour events on the horizon.
It’s odd how life changes, but our demons stay the same. I stepped from the greasy-spoon café and slogged my way through the icy London drizzle, deftly removing the flask from my interior coat pocket and taking a quick nip.
The comfortable warmth sliding down my insides briefly pushed the weather away.
Before the haphazard success of the Ellington case, where I’d searched for answers in a historic missing child case and inadvertently saved the life of a different boy, I’d used the alcohol as a coping mechanism. In the deadening haze of booze, I found a way to mute the pain of losing my family. But now I was better known,
