"Alright, okay, okay." Despite himself he felt a little harangued, even though he knew Asher was talking sense.

Mr Waffles padded up to Ray, whining quietly, ears flat. He left a trail of faint bloodied paw prints in his wake. Turning, Ray looked over at Asher, the body a blurry image in the background behind him.

"Tell Fraser it's, tell him it's Irene and that's all you know."