The constables were ejected down the front steps to join their colleagues and Lew chapped gently on the parlor door. Vicky Finn opened it immediately, face grim. “What’s happened?” she asked at once, stepping out and shutting the door behind her. “Is it done?”
Lew caught a glimpse of the dim room within, curtains drawn, and a whiff of something that wasn’t yet quite decay, before the door shut.
“It’s done,” he said, quickly. “No-one has been hurt. It’s over.”
“Was it where you thought?” she asked, stepping into the kitchen.
“Yes. Fenn tracked it to the coal-shed. They’ve taken it through the Border. Grant went with them.”
She stopped and looked at him, arrested in the middle of filling the kettle. “Went with them?”
“Yes. He got caught in the energy cloud, I think. Fenn tripped as the
