Dana's grandpa was sitting on a sofa, with the cat in his lap, murmuring things to her. They seemed to be deeply engrossed in a conversation. What a grown man would talk about with a cat was a mystery to Jack.
"Mister Bedwen?" he asked, standing in front of him.
The old man, who looked up, had noticed him when he came in. He could see it in the firm stare.
"Ah, Detective. I see you want to discuss something. Sit, don't make an old man look up," the professor said, nodding towards the armchair in front of him.
Jack sat, gathering his thoughts, into the armchair. It was comfy, adapting to his body, making him feel like he was floating in the water. Too relaxing for this conversation; he'd have preferred a chair. But standing up and taking a chair would mean a loss of face, and he had to
