Darker London

Isla had been without her car for the last couple of weeks, not because it no longer ran but because she didn't want to risk exacerbating the problem and she'd been too busy with work to take it in to be repaired. But finally she had the chance, so she drove to the address of her mysterious half-brother's garage and pulled up on the forecourt.

Getting out, she pulled on her jacket and headed inside. "Hello," she said, poking her head into the workshop. "Anyone around?"