Chapter NineFelix can't remember the last time he walked the city so early on a Sunday. He doubts he has done so since his student days; when he approached the morning from the other side, the night beforehand. Sitting outside the Church of Holy Waters, he waits for the service to finish. He resists the urge to check his watch, as he resists most urges these days, choosing instead to perch patiently on a bench, across the road from the building where the angels make their righteous roosts.
If it is a long time since he was last awake this early on a Sunday, it is longer still since he has been to church. Not since leaving Crows Hill has he walked between the pews, or held a hymn sheet in his hand. Even before Harriet’s death, church was never for him. He hadn’t known that as a boy, of cou
