Chapitre 116: Chapter 116: Prey, Part 18

It's an old house, not too far from what's left of Finchby's old premises.

It rises above me: a gable-end property of a block of maybe a dozen tall, terraced townhouses; four forlorn storeys plus attic of brown-brick memorial to a lifestyle that's passed on. No-one wants them now, certainly not here, in this area.

God knows there's enough of these old places, here around the tired end of the City. Some are converted into cheap apartments, but most stand empty, long unloved, often derelict, sometimes downright dangerous.

And if I'm not mistaken, these are marked by James and Haswell for demolition in plans they brought forward after the debacle with Finchby.