‘Well yes, I hope I do know the score,’ said Derek Quint, who had caught Suggie’s remarks as he came over nursing a fresh glass of lager. ‘What's more, that bugger and his mates have got a rare job on their hands cleaning out the corridors at Harefield nick. Teeth there you would not believe. Guys who have been on the Force for years have been turning into bloodthirsty ghouls.’
‘Yeah, I heard there were some bat infestations.’
‘So, in a way, the bugger’s got to be a bit of a stickler, while at the same time trying to play the whole cess pit of it down somewhat.’
Adeane pulled at the collar of Suggie’s shirt.
‘Colonel Outram booked me a nice room at the Bull Baiter,’ she said. ‘For tonight at least.’
‘I can walk you back if you like,’ said Suggie.
She took his arm as they strolled through the well-illuminated streets of Harefield.
A pair of bloodshot eyes watched them from the doorway of the Moon on the Water. They belonged to Big Roz, a former Outreach convert and now an 'immortal' and the mother of an 'immortal'. It was her son who had danced so close to Adeane when the Infravibes were in full swing. He had done so, he assured his mother, only to keep tabs on her.