Hanson finally got up onto one knee, taking in the sight of his partner handcuffed to the chair and the man he thought of as still Larry Matthews, feasting on one of her exposed breasts. Hanson frowned at the sight, not quite sure what to make of it. And who had knocked him out before when he had confronted the hitman in the kitchen.

Jill desperately nodded towards a vase on the shelves beside where Hanson groggily stood up, and then nodded back towards Leatherbarrow, his face buried in her cleavage. She mouthed the word ‘Leatherbarrow’ to her dazed partner.

Hanson frowned, not sure what she was saying. What the...