Once Lilian had unlocked her door she turned back to Mr Attorcop. Had anybody been injured? Did the neighbours know that Cromwell had nothing to do with it? These questions and a hundred others raced through her thoughts. The shock of the explosion was still making its way through Lilian’s mind. Lilian’s hands were still shaking a little by the time they reached her building. It had taken a little while before the crowd was thick enough for Lilian and Mr Attorcop to slip away unnoticed. “The man responsible, the owner of the apartment, the sorcerer Attorcop.” “Who?” replied one woman, still in a dressing gown. Lilian caught the question over the growing hubbub. One of them was dashing between groups of onlookers asking them something. The Weardian were making a great show of shouting to people to step back, raising their voices enough to alert people two roads over. The task seemed to involve getting as many people to notice what had happened as possible. Thankfully, they were too distracted with the task at hand to notice the hiding pair. They ran so close to where Lilian was hiding she felt the vibrations from their heavy boots. He seemed to be asking if he could help but as soon as he went to assist one of them three of the Weardian officers that had been on the same spot moments ago came thundering down the round. Lilian and Mr Attorcop watched in horror as an older man approached the Weardian cautiously.
CRIMSON COURT INVITATION WINDOWS
Lilian saw curtains twitch and people hurriedly rushing to windows to see if they or their homes were in danger. Curious neighbours and worried citizens were quickly beginning to gather on street level to investigate the strange noise. Other front doors were beginning to open up and down the street. Two of them were lying on the floor and one was making a show of shakily stumbling out of the front door of the building. Most of the Weardian officers had disappeared, leaving only the three they had made up to look injured. Moments ago he had been bent on running away, now he was as transfixed by the scene as she was. As black smoke began billowing out of the broken attic window Lilian glanced at Mr Attorcop.
Lilian had felt her hair shift backwards as if moved by a sudden small storm. The force of the explosion had reached Lilian and Mr Attorcop all the way over in their hiding place, a small set of steps that led down to a basement door. For a brief moment, the surrounding apartment buildings had looked like they were lit by a crimson sunset. The detonation had lit up the entire street in deep orange. Let’s see then if the fox can outsmart the lynx The vermin will rise as the predator sinks If the problems aren’t met with any solution You could lift up others or leave them in muckīut it’s the poor who will suffer when the wheel becomes stuck You can rise to the top through money or steel
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