RHYS TOOK A STEP BACK when he opened the door. "Jack, I, I didn't expect you." He coughed into his elbow before peering around Jack as he wiped his nose with a handkerchief. "How can I help you?" He paused. "Is Dar alright?"
"He's fine...at the moment," Jack said, wondering if Rhys could read the hesitation in his words. "Can I come in?"
"Oh, yes, sorry." Rhys stepped back to make way. His grey cat hissed at Jack from its perch on the pile of papers stacked on top of the desk.
"Mina says she's found the blade."
"Really?" Rhys took his glasses off and cleaned them with the sleeve of his sweater.
"At the museum." Jack handed him the flyer Mina had brought, drawing his hand back as the cat jumped into Rhys' lap, keeping its eyes on him.
"Why doesn't Dar come and ask me himself?" Rhys ga
