“You need only blink,” he said dryly. “No relation to the murderer Ward,” he added with a strange sort of certainty.

The certainty a man got when he had an alibi rehearsed.

Damn them both. He had had not even the chance to come to terms with who he was angrier with before both the sods were dead and gone.

Zechariah stepped aside and gestured in.

“You have your work cut out for you,” he sighed. “Let me give you the tour.”