The Book of Blood Volume 5 Babel's Children Part 2

The Book of Blood Volume 5 Babel's Children Part 2

nd the small window in the door opened from the other side. An urgent face was pressed to it: that of an old man, with a fungal beard and wild eyes. 'Mrs Jape,' he hissed. 'Mrs Jape. May we have words?' She crossed to the door and looked through the window. The old man's breath was two-parts stale ouzo to one of fresh air. It kept her from pressing too close to the window, though he beckoned her. 'Who are you?' Vanessa asked, not simply out of abstract curiosity, but because the features, sunburnt and leathery, reminded her of somebody. The man gave her a fluttering look. 'An admirer,' he said. 'Do I know you?' He shook his head. 'You're much too young,' he said. 'But I know you. I watched you come in. I wanted to warn you, but I didn't have time.' 'Are you a prisoner here too?' 'In a manner of speaking. Tell me ... did you see Floyd?' 'Who?' 'He escaped. The day before yesterday.' 'Oh,'…