George Cubbins, dangling from the ladder one-handed, like an oversized, windblown pear. Anthony Lockwood, coat aflame, arms flapping madly as he staggered backward toward the open window. It was just the briefest flash, but every detail remains etched into my memory: those moments of sweet precision when we truly acted as a team. working together perfectly for the first time. I think it was only at the very end of the Lavender Lodge job, when we were fighting for our lives in that unholy guesthouse, that I glimpsed Lockwood & Co.
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