"I told Edward to get his arse back here so we'll have it sorted by tonight. Just keep your phone about and I'll call when we have it." Jonathan promised, wondering when Edward could pull it off by. Then again, he was a fast little bugger so he didn't doubt he could. "I can do tomorrow evening, after I've finished arranging my family and giving out the jobs. All that boring bullshit."

Jonathan pulled out a cigarette and smiled at Barty. "I hope your damsel calls. This time, take the in and make a damn move."