"None of you are going to an orphanage," said Malachi, without taking his gaze off of the constable.

"I'm afraid I don't quite follow, constable. The children are with me, aren't they?"

He glanced down briefly at the children in the cart, and the boy at his side, and then back to the man that seemed determined to ruin someone's day.

"I'm watching them until their mother returns. Is that an issue?"