The black six-wheeled cruiser, bearing the shield of arms of the Department of Investigation on the doors, crawled its way through the early morning traffic, under a cloudy sky and a light but steady drizzle of rain.
In the back compartment of the vehicle sat Poppy, Hailee and Hyacinth. Half asleep and nursing strong hot drinks of sweet and spicy Choralah, they had been given only a little time for sleep before being pulled back into the investigation.
Harker, having seen Poppys’ reaction to the Hand of Fortune when she had discovered it under the fire-escape, had been unwilling to make his charge attempt a reading of the artefact, keeping that line of enquiry as a last resort. There weren’t many people in Hollow Wood City that trafficked in the occult or mystical, and even fewer who would even contemplate buying or selling an item as hideous as a Hand of Fortune, so it made sense to run down the usual suspects first, and to use the girls to smoke out th