I looked quickly back at my bed, which with Cain—real, big, life-size Cain—having grabbed back the duvet, was horribly bare of any kind of cover, even the very small amount required by a six inch high Cain Shepney doll. If he saw that, real Cain would hit the bloody ceiling. No sign of it though, thank God. Must have fallen out of bed. Any minute now one of us would probably step on it—don’t look at the floor, don’t look at the floor…“Right,” I said briskly. “Let’s get some clothes on and I’ll make some coffee—and taste it first, so you know it’s not spiked—and then I’ll give you a lift wherever you want to go, all right?”
Cain nodded slowly. “All right. But if you come anywhere near me I’m calling the police, you got that?”
“Well, yeah, okay—but just remember it’s a small house. If you’
