‘So will mine.’
‘Tyburn’s going to be well pissed off, though.’
‘Bonus,’ said Beverley, and wriggled round to kiss me.
HISTORICAL AND TECHNICAL NOTES
The Whitechapel Bell Foundry was a real place up until April 2017, when it left London to be replaced, no doubt, by a boutique hotel, some luxury flats and a coffee shop. All the workers described in this book are 100% made up and any resemblance to any real person living or dead is completely coincidental.
The London Mithraeum has been returned to its original location, thanks to Bloomberg, and is now open to the public. I’ve visited and it’s worth a look, although I prefer to think of it as the Temple of Bacchus – a deity who seems much more in keeping with the spirit of London than grumpy old Mithras. I also find it a comforting to think that somewhere in the City under all that money and modernist concrete is a Temple of Isis – unless it’s under St Paul’s, that is.
The skulls in the Walbrook are now thought to have been washed there by occasional floods from graveyards outside the Roman city boundaries, rather than being the victims of Boudicca’s sack of Londinium. This probably won’t be the last time Peter jumps to a conclusion based on evidence that is later disproved.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I’d like to thank my colleagues Andrew and James who have to listen to the plots of these books long before they make any kind of coherent sense. Also a thanks to John my agent and Jon, Gillian, Stevie, Jen, Paul S, Paul H and the rest of the gang at Orion. Steve for the meticulous copyedit. Anne and Liz who run my life and Joel who keeps the books. Last but not least all those professionals who patiently answered really obvious questions about policing – Bob Hunter; biology – Lucy Stewart; sewer maintenance – Vincent Minney; archaeology – Amy Reid and everyone else at MOLA: and not least lots of extra Latin from Penelope and Paul of the Classics Department of Leeds University.
Also by Ben Aaronovitch from Gollancz:
Rivers of London
Moon Over Soho
Whispers Under Ground
Broken Homes
Foxglove Summer
The Hanging Tree
Lies Sleeping
The Furthest Station (novella)
COPYRIGHT
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