It was a good hour back to Wapping in the traffic. They didn’t really speak in the car. Lew spared a brief thought for how the excess police constables had made the journey squashed into the Crossley tender and then dismissed it.
Alec was still angry with him, he thought. Lew could feel it coming off him a bit, now his othersense wasn’t overwhelmed with the Carnas and Fenn and everything else that had been going on.
It was getting dark by the time they pulled in to the yard. Lew went to get out of the car but stopped with his hand on the handle as Alec spoke.
“I’m going to go straight home, I think,” Alec said, finally. “I can do the report in the morning. I still have to work out what to tell the Alcesters and Viscount Engleby. I’ll be better sleeping on it.”
Lew bit his lip and nodde
