Bleuamar’s brown polished shoes clacked on the damp, hard stone of the sewers. He adjusted his spectacles and turned to accept the torch from the good doctor climbing down the ladder. The darkness was deep, the manhole above them almost invisible. “What a night,” said the doctor, contorting his face in disgust as he drew …
Punctual. If Gustov Gelno could be summed up into a single word, that is what it would be. Punctual. Mr Gelno took pride in always being on time, always delivering on what he had promised, and looking out for his guests. Discretion was another thing that was dear to his heart. He would listen to …
Jimmy Mason looked at the pocket watch in his hand. The short hand was almost completely to the left and the long hand trailing behind it. The constant tick of the other needle was mesmerizing. It captured his imagination. How on earth did people tell time with this thing? What did this thing cost? How …