Aaron and
Merlin sat at a table squashed by the wall, adjacent to their impressive array
of computer equipment, complete with tracking devices, monitors, everything
shiny and hi-tech. The irony wasn’t lost on Merlin that modern technology is,
in certain circumstances, easily bested by the primordial violence of the vengeful.
A
silence, brought on by the imminent arrival of Gillespie Quigg, added to the
already despondent atmosphere. Quigg, if born centuries earlier, would have
been the perfect witch finder or member of the Inquisition or something else
equally intimidating. He had the knack of making you think he already knew
something that you wanted to keep secret, so you ended up telling him anyway.