When we stepped out of London Central station, the Euston Road was chockablock with black cabs, red double-deckers, and scooters trying to weave their way through the traffic. The last vestiges of sunlight colored the sky a deep crimson, but it was nothing compared to the acrid stench of smog.A familiar silver Überwald awaited us on the curb, its window winding down. My gaze darted to Griff, who I expected would make a comment about Wulfie, but he glanced from side to side, his eyes wide.“Since when did London get so busy?” He shook his head. “And the cars…”“They’re like bubbles compared to what they were like in our time.” I looped my arm through Griff’s and nodded in the direction of the silver vehicle. “Our cab’s waiting.”Wulfie did a double-take as we confirmed our booking, his mouth gaping open. “You two scrub up well.”Eyes brightening, Griff offered the driver his hand. “Thanks, man.”The other man’s brows furrowed, and he drew back. I guessed he was so used to hostility fr
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