The door to the interior of the warehouse was broken, and it opened to a push. Watters entered cautiously, preceded by the beam of Silver's lantern. There was a vast space on the ground floor, with the rotting remains of a wooden staircase to the upper storey whose floorboards now sagged dangerously and from which plaster and lathes hung down like flesh from a ripped body.
'There's not much here,' Karin said.
'It's no place for a woman,' Silver said.
'Or a man,' Karin added.
They found an alcove with a view of the courtyard and settled down to wait. Silver produced a pewter flask. 'Coffee,' he said with a smile. 'It's a bit cold now, though.'
'Angela spoils you,' Watters said.
Strengthening morning light only enhanced their sordid surroundings as rain wept from heavy skies. They slum
