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Good afternoon, snippetteers! Work is still pretty silly – in a good, settling new clients kind of way – and besides that, I’m gearing up for Camp NaNo. I had an absolutely fabulous run last year, when I finally got to type “The End” under Healing Glass, and then went on to write Sword Oath and a good chunk of Shadow Realm.
I don’t think I can match that this year between work being busier and us going on holiday for a third of the month, but I’ll do my best to get Sound Judgement closer to being finished. It’s been languishing on the WiP stack almost as long as Healing Glass had, so it’s well overdue… especially since I already have a cover for it.
So… fingers crossed. And now on to today’s Rainbow Snippets post. Last week, we followed the Sweepers through riot-damaged west London, and now we’ve arrived at a house in Streatham, where Patrick’s intelligence says someone’s brewing nerve gas…
From Sound Judgement
Their target was a typical red—bricked family home with maybe four bedrooms and a garage on the side. Detached and with more space around it than the rest of the houses in the close, it reminded Ian of a pasha, lording it over his underlings.
“The close was a field when the area was first developed. The owner didn’t agree to sell until much later, and then to a building company whose director wanted to settle in Streatham. That’s his house we’re going to. No cellars in any of the houses, by the way. All built on level ground, two storeys and a loft space.” Patrick waved at the skylights showing on some of the pitched roofs. “Quite a few loft conversions. Originally, all the houses had the kitchen and family bathroom downstairs. No water in the upper storey. That’s bound to have been changed over the years, but there are no plans to make sure.”
“Let’s take it one floor at a time and see what we get.” Ian did his best to sound reassuring, but Patrick had seen what he had. His back went rigid and his shoulders crept towards his ears.
Being called to a house to find the front door standing open was never good news. And right now it was the worst news of all. Someone was setting traps for the Sweepers and whoever it was didn’t care about collateral damage.