Once Bitten (Shadow Guild: The Rebel #1) - Linsey Hall Page 0,43
be recognized, they’d still recognize you if they looked for a few seconds.” She glowered. “Me, though. I tried to tell them I didn’t need a potion.”
“They just wanted to turn you into a frog,” Mac said. “Joke’s on them, though. You make a hot frog.”
She laughed, a sound more like a ribbet than laughter. “Let’s go, Barbie.”
I looked at Quinn. “See you later. And thanks for the backup.”
“No problem.”
Carrow and I exited the pub, making our way out through the alley and back into Convent Garden. The toilet roll shop was closed, as usual, but the street itself had a few more people.
“Okay, pal,” Mac said. “We’re on your turf, and I’ve got no idea where to go.”
“I’ve got this.” Confidence suffused me. This was my turf. And I might not have been completely happy here, but I sure as hell knew my way around. “Come on. We’ll catch the Tube.”
“The Tube?”
“It’s the Underground.”
“Oh, right. The train that goes under the earth. You humans are crazy.”
“You really don’t come here much?”
“Why would I?” Mac asked. “You saw Guild City, it’s great.”
“Yeah, it was.” I tugged on her. “Now come on.”
We hurried to the nearest station, passing bustling bars and pubs and full flower boxes. Musicians played in front of the green and glass market building, and a wagon filled with flowers sat in the middle of the street as an art installation. It was one of my favorite parts of London, and I was glad that Mac got to see it when it was at its best.
We were nearly to the Underground station when I caught sight of a flyer in a pub window.
My face, staring straight out.
It was my College of Policing photo.
Oh, that burned.
Banks. That bastard. With the serial killer now in the news, he was under more pressure to catch someone, and he was trying to get me for it.
“You’re on wanted posters?” Mac asked.
“Yeah.” My stomach pitched. We had to fix this. Now.
I dragged Mac toward the sign over the stairs leading to the Underground. I reloaded my Oyster card to get us through the barriers, then found our platform, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for the train to arrive.
When it did, we crammed in with everyone else. The ride itself was uneventful, besides the fact that Mac couldn’t stop muttering, “Mind the gap,” in different funny voices. Combined with her frog face, it was a real trip. One lady stared too long, and I explained that Mac was a makeup artist.
Mostly though, I kept my head tilted down to avoid the stares of men.
When the train reached our destination, I pulled Mac off and hurried up the stairs to the street.
“Thankfully, this part of town is quieter at night,” I said.
“And more boring.” Mac looked up at the towering buildings. The streets were nearly empty.
“That’s good for us.” I led us to the morgue, a building near the police station that I’d rarely visited. We found a good spot across the street from the entrance, and I pulled Mac into an alcove. Together, we stared at the two policemen who stood guard.
“Well, damn,” Mac said. “How are we going to get in there?”
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Unfortunately, the cops on duty at the morgue looked alert and ready for anything.
“We really can’t make a scene on the street,” I said.
“Well, the entrance is inside an alcove.” She pointed at the building. “And it looks like there are nooks on either side. If we could get them back in there, they’d be mostly hidden from the street.”
“And do what, kill them?”
Mac’s jaw dropped. “Uh, no.”
“Whew. Because that is not my scene.”
“No kidding. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be trying to prove yourself innocent of a murder.”
“True enough.” I looked around warily, knowing that all of London was out for my head. Corrigan’s text messages made it clear enough, and now that I was in the real world again, I felt like I had a target on my back.
I shook the worries away and focused on the front door. “There’s also a card scanner at the entrance. Everyone has a badge and has to swipe their way in.”
“That’s harder. There will be an alarm if we just break in, right?”
“Yeah. The police will have badges on them, though, I would think.” At that moment, two people in long white lab coats exited the building, badges around their necks. “Ooh, look at them. They look official.”
“Those coats would make us blend in if we ran into anyone in the hall.”