They'd be heading out soon to meet with the conveyancer; there were still a few papers to sign before the house in Yorkshire was finally bought. That made London bearable for Wells, at least for a little while ( Read more... )

Susan Kearney- Harry Wells' granddaughter- is a cheerful little thing, for all that she's less than a month old. She gets on quite well with people so long as they don't poke her unduly. At least, most of the time she does; it's the rest of the time that's a problem. Her tendency to scream bloody murder in the middle of the night goes well beyond ( Read more... )

Wells' place is not the most entertaining or exciting house in the world, which is probably why he agreed to whatever Ace's idea of a fair way to kill time in London might be. He's got the cellular phone, after all. So long as they stay within striking distance of St. Bart's, they should be all right.

All right. Yer mum's had a change of heart and said I can tell you a bedtime story after all, only it's not to come out of a book, 'cos you're still being punished. No telly, no books until tomorrow. I don't see what's so bloody awful about sneakin' a grass snake into the house. Not like it's a viper or anything. Don't tell her I said that ( Read more... )