Go after Lucy

I had ****. Not really. There was nothing to gain from hanging around until legal officials turned up. We might both be good guys but we're not on the same team, if you know what I mean.

I kicked my motorcycle into life. It took a few downward thrusts of my heel until the engine turned over; but once the machine had started I was quickly off and down the street.

I had no clue as to where they had gone; no clue, just a gut instinct. My gut told me that the docks were the most likely bet. They were nearby, large and not as quiet as I would have liked.

It looked like a large cargo ship from Poland was in. The northern side of the docks were actually quite busy. Sailors sauntered down the sidewalk, some drunk already, some with hookers on their arms already and others already spoiling for a fight.

Overhead I could see the giant mechanical arms of the cranes swing into action. I had used one once. I had dropped a shipping crate onto a young woman who had just become one of the Morrocan demons of war. Her name had been Lucy too.

It was just luck - but it was enough - I saw the van that the Dark Rose had used to kidnap new Lucy half tucked away in an alleyway between to warehouses. I drew my bike up in the yard opposite.

I was fairly sure this was the right van. It was hard to tell. It didn't look as if it had been driven anywhere recently; not judging by the cover of dust that clung too it but it was a fairly good fit and either of the two warehouses on either side of it would make an ideal ritual centre for the cult.

I had a choice; which warehouse did I sneak into or was checking out the van a better idea?