Chapter NineThere was perhaps an hour left of darkness before the sun would rise and fry us alive. We could of course take our chances in the alleyway, keep to the shadows, and hope to make it through the day, but the prospect didn't seem appealing, particularly with the arms and legs and torso of the Vatican Man scattered hither and thither. So we made the decision to try and make the journey to Highgate Cemetery and find some accommodation there more befitting two lost children of the night.
We hurried along the streets of Islington and up the Holloway Road. As dawn came closer, the roads and pavements became busier with mortals starting their working day. We ignored them and hurried along, and for the most part they ignored us. A couple of prostitutes smeared in blood was, perhaps, not
