" He says. "Then let's go to bed." I suggest. " Henrietta? Have you any brandy or anything like that in the house?" "Yes I have. It's only a cheap one...but it is quite nice." Nothing like a brandy to make you randy." I laugh. She explains where it is and I pop some into three glasses and return. Henrietta and George are already in bed, cuddling and I sit on the edge of the bed and hand them a glass each. I take a sip of mine! "That is lovely." I say. "Tastes even nicer with the taste of George's. ‘These things always hurt more the next day, dumb-ass, ‘ I reminded myself. I reached over, grabbed my crutches, and swung out of bed again, this time keeping the sore foot off the ground. I made my way into the bathroom and downed some Advil, before making the mistake of looking in the mirror. If I thought my hair was wild before I cried myself to sleep, it was tame compared to the extreme frizz and curls that wound their way randomly around my head. To add to the attractiveness of that, my. The man from the bounty office whispered into his ear and passed him the poster and the other sheet of paper he’d brought with him, then left the two of them together.Once they were alone, the sergeant looked at her impassively and said, “Name?”“Katrin.”“Where are you from?”“Tyrsall, originally. Most recently, Circle Bay.”“Why did you return to Tyrsall?” The sergeant’s tone was bored, as if he didn’t care about the answers to the questions.“I’m learning to be a minstrel. We thought we’d make. But the flock floating near me flies to the other side of the water, squawking what I’m sure are duck obscenities, when a fiercely slammed door disturbs the peace, followed by human obscenities and stomping footsteps up the pier. ‘I should have known you were here’, Mike says as he stops beside me with his hands on his hips. I’m still looking at the ripples in the water left by the ducks but I can feel him looking down at me. If looks could kill, I would so not be breathing. ‘Have you been here.