He found Taggit in charge and passed on his news to the goblin. ‘They’ll be ‘ere by tea-time, count on it,’ he said warningly. ‘Once they’ve got themselves together and got movin’. Two hours, tops, even goin’ all the way round the Raw on the edge o’ town to come at us froo the wood. The plan is to demolish the town and take the kid alive, then the BMs’ll turn up after dark an’ mop up any survivors.’ Taggit was looking grim. ‘Not likely to be any survivors if they’ve got the werewolf. ‘E’ll be on the Quick like a dog on its favourite bone.’ ‘Don’ worry,’ said Skerridge gloomily. ‘I’ll be back by the time they get ‘ere an’ I’ll make sure I keep ‘im occupied.’ He sighed heavily. ‘In fact I’m ready t’ bet Strood ‘as already told ‘im t’ take me out, so if I’m not around, ‘e’ll come lookin’ fer me anyway.’ Taggit nodded. Werewolves could match a bogeyman strength for strength and speed for speed. It would be a pretty even fight.
