To Montgomery’s relief, it didn’t take long to reach the recessed space where they’d started. Evening’s darkness had fallen, although the moon was partly obscured by clouds. A wolf howled from the top of the stairs as soon as they appeared.
“No sneaking out of this party,” said Lilia with enough verve that he was reassured. She’d frightened him three times in short order: when she’d run after the shade; when she’d finished off the Nuclear Darwinist and when she’d admitted to her fear of the dark. Having her back in fighting form meant there was a better chance of them getting out of Gotham.
“Certainly not,” said the woman waiting by the statue of Prometheus. Montgomery stopped cold. She was wearing a deluxe and pristine pseudoskin, and the filter on her helm was dark.
They had found Cou
