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Vanessa was uncomfortable; they’d had no news and, making use of the senior police officers in her pocket, she was informed of a shooting below her son’s flat. The police reassured her this appeared to be a settling of scores between local hoodlums and her son was fine. They offered to check, but she declined, thanked them, and dispatched another team.
Grace and Lilac were considering a brief sojourn in their room when Lilac got a call from Swallow. ‘Slow down, Gulp…’ and she listened, ‘…okay, well done. You did arrange for the firearms, didn’t you?’ She listened some more, ‘Good, then meet me at the cathedral now.’
Grace was edgy, sitting at the back of the bed, her arms encircling her knees, drawn up to her chin; she was worried. Lilac explained that Cecil and his chum had not arri
