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Fredrick caught the coin purse and slipped it into his pocket, offering Thom a quick nod as he ushered his partner out into the lane. Meanwhile, Robert had lit one of his pilfered cigarettes, his fourth in the few short hours they’d been here and seemed to have mentally checked out almost entirely. He followed Robert, shoulders slumped and head pounding.
Both men savoured the smell of the Chelsy morning air. The raw sewage and coal-scent of London were almost heavenly after spending so much time cooped up with that maggot-corpses stank.
Fredrick flagged down the first cab they spotted and were back at Whitechapel by late morning. Robert spent most of the journey in fitful sleep, and when they did finally arrive back at their apartment complex, Fredrick had to jostle him roughly out of the cab, through the lobby, and into the perilous old elevator.
Sensing his partner's ill mood, Fredrick chose to keep his distance. Once safely back in their suite, the mute scrubbed his skin raw in a blazing-hot shower, before collapsing in their shared bed, where he slept undisturbed for the next 12 hours.
In that time, Fredrick had been busy visiting old acquaintances -- a bookseller, a curio-shop owner in Chinatown, a butcher who specialized in exotic meats -- and learned all he could about flesh-worms and how to kill them.
Fredrick caught the coin purse and slipped it into his pocket, offering Thom a quick nod as he ushered his partner out into the lane. Meanwhile, Robert had lit one of his pilfered cigarettes, his fourth in the few short hours they’d been here and seemed to have mentally checked out almost entirely. He followed Robert, shoulders slumped and head pounding.
Both men savoured the smell of the Chelsy morning air. The raw sewage and coal-scent of London were almost heavenly after spending so much time cooped up with that maggot-corpses stank.
Fredrick flagged down the first cab they spotted and were back at Whitechapel by late morning. Robert spent most of the journey in fitful sleep, and when they did finally arrive back at their apartment complex, Fredrick had to jostle him roughly out of the cab, through the lobby, and into the perilous old elevator.
Sensing his partner's ill mood, Fredrick chose to keep his distance. Once safely back in their suite, the mute scrubbed his skin raw in a blazing-hot shower, before collapsing in their shared bed, where he slept undisturbed for the next 12 hours.
In that time, Fredrick had been busy visiting old acquaintances -- a bookseller, a curio-shop owner in Chinatown, a butcher who specialized in exotic meats -- and learned all he could about flesh-worms and how to kill them.