“Remember, we ask them some questions, we keep careful psychic watch. Rain spotted our coats and glistened on the blades of our rapiers. It was a dreary, storm-soaked November afternoon, with the shadows deepening and the rooftops of old Whitechapel showing sharp and black against the clouds.

There we were, on the doorstep, ringing the bell. But this was the thing about Lockwood & Co.: we made the most of unpromising situations and turned them to our advantage. And to be fair, we could have done without George’s squeaking. Sure, I know none of that sounds so great. And me-Lucy Carlyle-bruised, bloody, and covered in cobwebs, sprinting, jumping, rolling desperately to avoid the ghostly coils…. George Cubbins, dangling from the ladder one-handed, like an oversized, windblown pear. Anthony Lockwood, coat aflame, arms flapping madly as he staggered backward toward the open window. It was just the briefest flash, but every detail remains etched into my memory: those moments of sweet precision when we truly acted as a team. working together perfectly for the first time. I think it was only at the very end of the Lavender Lodge job, when we were fighting for our lives in that unholy guesthouse, that I glimpsed Lockwood & Co.

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