The sky was dark and an owl hooted in amongst the trees when Aloysius, who was currently watching said, ‘Movement.’ Instantly alert, Ranulf asked... ‘What is it?’ ‘There’s a car driving slowly up the street. Doesn’t fit.’ The two smaller men crowded round the small display and were forced to agree. They were watching a dark Mercedes with smoked windows driving toward the alleyway behind Alma and Jonathon’s house. Loki took over the controller and used it to follow the car’s course. It parked. “I know how it is for young girls, especially young girls working in libraries and places like that. It can all get so boring, can’t it? Among all those books, I mean. I can understand how a pretty young girl would get so bored and frustrated.”What was he getting at? she wondered. Just what in hell was he getting at? And he was looking at her so strangely! His eyes were lit up so! It was as if he was seeing her for the first time.“What do you think of this?” he asked. Suddenly he was snapping. "Hambleton," she called out at the man nodded. Without looking down the street, she threw her bags into the back of the car and shouted. "Airport, quickly. I'm late."Vicky pulled out a fifty pound note and passed it to the driver. "Tip if you can get me there in ten."The taxi driver pulled out into the side street and Vicky glanced behind her; her early evening taxi ride had certainly caused her stalkers to follow her but she knew that they would.Instead, she just locked her two doors and sat. Over three hundred years ago, the fallen angel Davariel tried to break them open and managed to crack the portal, and somehow Zak was now standing at the very edge of the entryway to Hell. The frozen whirlpool had to measure at least a mile across, with congealed waves arching around it about one hundred feet high, like icy jaws. The funnel yawned down into black eternity. Zak wanted to back away, but his body would not respond to his mental commands. The sound of beating wings drew Zak’s gaze.