Teddy smiled softly down at her. "Gal, I sure as shit hope you're right. Cos it ain't just here, every town in the country is the same. Party ain't got the power no more, but that don't mean they don't want it again. Bad. But whichever way it tilts we're ready for 'em, AKs loaded and Bibles to hand. You bet."

"So how is Goldfinch, anyway?" Greg asked.

Teddy rolled his eyes, sighing in despair. "Crazy as ever. Man, you should hear his sermons now. He's overloading on the vengeance routine, hot for it he is, and slick with it. Keeps the kids in line but good, they know they're fighting for what's right. Time just floats on by when he's in that pulpit. Even been getting civvies from Mucklands coming, too. You want to see him?"

"I'll pass. It's Royan I'm here for."

"Thought so. See you're loaded up with his rubbish."

Two Trinities stood guard at the doors into the tower. They saluted smartly as Teddy walked by, never even giving Eleanor the eye. The hall belied the appearance of the building's external decay, clean and tidy, if somewhat Spartan.

She thought she saw Greg wink at a tiny camera lens peeking out of the top of the doorframe.

"I won't come up," said Teddy. "Your rap's probably big hush anyway."

"Not from you," Greg said.

"Thanks, man. Anything you need the Trinities for?"

"It isn't shaping up that way. But if it does."

"We're here, Greg, always here. Ain't got no place else to go. You come in and say goodbye before you go."

"Right."

Teddy gave Eleanor another fast smile and disappeared into the old warden's flat. She got a blink of maps and screens on the wall, heavy-duty communication gear on boxy desks, and an enormous colour print of Marilyn Monroe.

The lift doors opened, and Eleanor leant heavily on the rear wall. She let out a hefty relieved breath, and gave Greg a hard stare. "Perhaps you were right about me not coming," she said.

"Hey, I apologise about Des, I didn't know that was going to happen." He punched for the top floor, and the lift began to hum upwards.

"Maybe you didn't, but I should've. This estate, it saps hope, breeds people like that."

"You're wrong there. Mucklands Wood is one of the safest places to live in Peterborough."

She snorted disbelief.

"Straight up. Providing you're a resident. The Trinities don't tolerate theft and violence against their own."

"Vigilantes."

"Call them what you like. Just don't forget those troops are the ones who stood against the PSP's Constables when the violence was at its worst."

"I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to knock them, I see how deep your involvement goes. And I am glad I came. When my nerves calm down I'll be able to express it better."

"Tell you, you did all right out there. Lot of people would've run."