“‘So all we’ve got to do is find it,’ said Crowley. ‘Go through the hospital records.’

The Bentley’s engine coughed into life and the car leapt forward, forcing Aziraphale back into the seat.

‘And then what?’ he said.

‘And then we find the child.’

‘And then what?’ The angel shut his eyes as the car crabbed around a corner.

‘Don’t know.’

‘Good grief.’

‘I suppose – get off the road you clown – your people wouldn’t consider – and the scooter you rode in on! – giving me asylum?’

‘I was going to ask you the same thing – Watch out for that pedestrian! ’”

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