bySome i***t of an apprentice was hazing traffic in the Gray’s Inn Road. His magic carpet swooped low, startling both horses and pedestrians. He was having the time of his young life.
I had my back to the office door and watched from the window, wondering how long it would be before the cops brought a master to deal with him. I could have done it myself, of course, but didn’t feel like getting involved. Or maybe I remembered my young days.
Anyway, I didn’t hear the door open and a potential client walk in.
“Mr. Weaver?”
The voice was loud, with an edge to it, so I swivelled my chair around. I saw a young woman, but not one I could fancy. She was outsize and wore a tweed jacket. Her face was beefy and she looked like she had a problem apart from her appearance.
“Yes,” I said, and indic
