"Oh yeah, he's my little siren. He's got a hell of a gift. And he's a smart lad too." Jonathan watched him leave and yeah, he knew it, he was a lucky bastard. He pulled a hot fucker like that. He always knew playing fiddle was an asset, not a drawback. "Maybe you'll see it some time, if you're stick around the city for a bit. Like I said, dodgy the city centre and it ain't half bad. I'm out in the sticks, it's quieter and the like."

He knew how much his friend valued quiet, he doubted he would be thrilled by all the noisy shops, street preachers and loud music.

"I'll only give you my address if you actually promise to come and mean it. I know you. Mr information but never that human touch." And that was dangerous. "You gotta live in the world, mate. Or it all gets worse."