Fourteen
The kitchen table is strewn with all the information we have about the case. This may not work, but we need to do something in order to look at it differently, and a change of location is one of the easiest ways to do it.
Technically, this may be against the rules, but I'm tactfully not asking Ambrose about that. If I don't raise it, then we can claim a little plausible deniability later.
The kettle whistles and I get up to deal with it. I pour the boiling water over my teabag, but pause before I fill up Ambrose's mug and set the kettle down. He did seem to be enjoying the chai lattes I've been bringing him, and I went as far as to order a few flavours online.
I open the cupboard and pull out a gingerbread flavoured one. I'm reasonably sure it's meant to be a Christmas thing,
