The Quest for Answers in End of Time Street
Previously, a strangely familiar voice had halted Detective Inspector Crusted and Detective Sergeant Major in their tracks; read on: "Quick, Marj," snapped the suave, handsome, debonair, some might also say 'dapper' Inspector and at the command "interdigitate," the pair locked themselves together with a swish like the sound of two hands clasping, as in the old Zen Buddhist kōan thingy, "body camera on?" he barked softly, and the Sergeant replied, "yes, affirmative, Guv," and that was when she appeared, before their very eyes, out of the foul, filthy, freezing, fog, and as silent as the grave. . . . .a religieuse, smoking a cigarette and looking like: "bloody Sister Nora from Notting Hill!" said Crusted, "hey, Nora, what are you doing here? we busted you for soliciting at St Paul's, chased you out of Westminster Abbey for propositioning the Dean, then St Martin-in-the-fields for unlawful acts with Choir Boys, and now. . . . ." which was when the street lights went out and they heard a blood-curdling scream just ahead, where Nora the Naughty Nun had been trolling for business;
does Nora know anything the Detectives don't? or is she just leading them up the graveyard path? will the scream take them nearer, or further from their goal? or is the ball already on the slates for Old Scotland Yard's finest? discover the truth if you dare, in Episode 5 of this pea-souper of a tale – a bowl of green vomit hides many a secret!