Clown Town

This time, though, River’s death had been temporary: an induced coma lasting nine days, during which, he’d been told, his body had been a battleground on which medical science had slugged it out with the mad bastard variety, and thankfully won, though not without cost. Up close and personal was how he liked to witness this: the full melon effect. Not the kind of people who call the police.” “Why would they call the police?” “Because when the Brains Trust fetched Daisy away, it was an enemy action.” Catherine sipped her mineral water. Pulling up at last outside what satnav assured him was Judd’s house, light leeching from the sky, he put his phone in his pocket.