28mm unpainted resin figure. Sculpted by Robert Lane Box Art by Charlie Fitzpatrick
The evening mist from the river had mixed with the smoke belching out of the tall chimneys in the city's port area to make searching almost impossible. It was like walking into the backroom of a gentleman's' club on cigar appreciation night, but without the sexist remarks. Rose stood motionless, slowing her breathing, focusing all her energies into listening for any noise any sound that would tell her which way he had gone. He was going to get away this time.