Then she poured herself a strong coffee and waited for the next “gurgle.”
“Yeah?”
“The vicar? For a drain?”
Carla zoomed in. The blockage wasn’t just fat and grease. It was ritualistic. She’d seen something like it once while working near the cathedral—a drain blocked with animal remains arranged in a spiral. The local archaeology unit called it “post-medieval protective magic.” Someone, centuries ago, had buried a charm in the drain to ward off evil. Or maybe to trap something. commercial drainage company st albans