"Ain't seen no Longbottoms 'ere, and they're not welcome if I had," the barman said.

"Try the police office!" another man shouted, and some others laughed.

But their laughter died when the policeman stepped in.

And just like that, James had disappeared, under a table and then quickly towards the back. That constable looked like trouble. He wasn't going to admit that the kids belonged to him. The priest could have 'em.