Excerpt from “Powderfinger” : Winter, Chapter 35
“According to Connie, ‘Powderfinger’ has the ability, to move from point to point, at phenomenal speed. The diary clearly states, that he can get from A, to B in the blink of an eye.”
So it was settled, ‘P Day’ was next Wednesday. At 7.30 in the evening, the four of them would attempt to rid the canal bank, once and for all time, of ‘Powderfinger.’ Their lofty aim was to restore peace to the area, after all these long centuries of murder and malevolence. Nick raised his glass and uttered the sentiments they were all aware of. “Here’s a toast to you Constance, wish us well.” The die was cast, there was no going back, they all raised their glasses, touched them together and downed the respective contents in one. Then, they turned and silently peered out of the smoked glass window, at the saturnine vision, that was Alan’s disconsolate view of The Ravens Gate Bridge and it’s attendant works. It was a grim sight that met the eye, in the deepening dark. The rotted outbuildings of the factory, when viewed in silhouette, appeared like an almost surreal image of a lost city, against the darkening sky. It made them all shudder as the inherent bitterness of their drinks washed over their tongues, before they swallowed them down.
Outside, in the darkening twilight’s long shadows, a spectral creature was prowling along the towpath, as if it were seeking something in the mirk. Then, it suddenly paused, raised it’s head and sniffed the air, as it passed close by the room containing the small group of conspirators. It let out a small, almost silent hiss and then, gyrating furiously, it disappeared into the gloom of the advancing night.