Chapter 5

“I feel like we don’t visit Limehouse enough,” Gallowglass said, as St. Cyprian knocked on the door. Around them, the Limehouse Police Station was a hive of activity as the officers of ‘K’ Division went about their work. None of them so much as gave the intruders a hard look. They might as well have been ghosts, of which the building on West India Dock Road had an indecent amount.

“We could visit three times daily and it wouldn’t be enough,” St. Cyprian said. Limehouse had been born in the...