Foggy's fingers find Anne's hair and stroke, gently carding through the strands. He's quiet for a little bit, watching Mr Belvedere settle on and against both of them, a warm, heavy lump of purring cat.

"I'm not worried about him in the least. It would be nice to have him down here adding to protection. I pity anything that looks at that man and thinks 'prey'." Foggy was very fond of Bobo, but the glint of madness and rage that peeked through at times was frightening, even to a criminal defence lawyer.