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day, or the next, and Pete had begun to think he never would. She was set on going into the city for a few hours and trying to finish off some more of Jack’s unfinished business—bills, council taxes. The transfer of the dubious deed to his flat would have to wait until he was declared legally dead rather than simply missing. And for that, Pete would have to file a report. Have to explain why she’d waited six months. Have to have a reason and for that reason, make up a lie her brain simply didn’t have the capacity for at the moment. English property law was nearly as complex as the symbols that marked Gerard Carver’s corpse, and Pete could wait until she, too, had shuffled loose the mortal coil to deal with Jack’s estate.
    Her mobile trilled at last while she was at the DIY shop finally buying new bulbs for the sodding chandelier. Pete shoved the mobile between her ear and shoulder as she handed over a tenner to the store clerk. “It’s about bloody time, Lawrence.”
    “Who the fuck is Lawrence? And what the fuck do you mean, “you’ve seen Mum?” Pete’s sister MG screeched.
    “And hello to you too, Miss Morning Glory,” Pete said. “Been into the ceremonial gin, have we? You sound a bit pissed.”
    “Nobody has seen Mum for years ,” MG shouted. “And why you, out of everyone we know? Why London? She hates London.”
    “I don’t know what to tell you,” Pete sighed. She stopped on a corner of the pavement, letting the Whitechapel Road crowd flow around her, coming and going from the pubs and money-changers and newsagents next to the Whitechapel tube. “Don’t have to tell me you two were the fast friends, MG. You think I didn’t notice Mum didn’t bother with me if she could help it, even before she took flight on her broomstick?”
    “She called me a few months ago,” MG said. “Babbling shit about reconciliation and Jesus bloody Christ and probably John fucking Lennon for all the sense she made, but actually dropping in on you? What the Hell is going on, Petunia? I’m so upset by all this I haven’t even been able to do my normal readings, never mind communicate with my spirit guides.”
    “What happened to Cthulhu, or whatever tentacled horror that commune of yours worshipped?” Pete asked. “Thought they frowned on strapping on a scarf and reading tarot for the locals.”
    “Oh, fuck off,” MG sighed. “The commune was rubbish. I’ve been living in Sussex for five years. My boyfriend Gil owns an esoteric shop, and I do readings. I’ll have you know it’s very lucrative.”
    “I’ll be sure to send Gil a congratulatory bouquet,” Pete said. “Did Mum say anything specific to you? About the reconciliation?”
    “Who could make sense of that closeminded Jesus ’n’ friends shit?” MG said. “And you—are you still a bloody fascist copper, goose-stepping in good order like Da?”
    Pete lifted her eyes for a moment, asking whoever might offer it for patience, and then tried to sound happy. “Lovely talking, MG, but I’m afraid I’ve got more pressing matters, like dropping a frying pan on my foot. If I see Mum again, is there a message I should pass on?”
    “Why you ?” MG said again. “You said it yourself. She didn’t even like you.”
    Pete made her free hand into a fist. “Goodbye, MG. Blessed fucking be.”
    She leaned against the outside of the DIY shop and took some theoretically relaxing breaths. So her mother was serious about the Order, serious enough to call up her sister and try to engulf her in the fold. Pete didn’t know why she was surprised—MG had been Juniper’s favorite from the get-go. Which wasn’t hard, since she was older, and interested in all the things Juniper thought girls should be interested in, namely boys and looking pretty to catch one. Pete, in that respect, had been a grave disappointment.
    Her mobile trilled again and she nearly pitched it into the path of an oncoming bus, except that Lawrence’s name came up on the

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