“What have you got on her so far?” I asked once again, recalling that my question wasn’t answered the first time due to a distraction.

“Well, nothing much.” Marcus muttered, scrolling through his tablet. “She’s the average person. A rankles she-wolf, even.”

“Any past criminal record?”

“No sir,” he stopped scrolling and raised his head but didn’t look at me in the eye. “She is clean, lives in the centre of London, 3425 Stone Street, Apt 2A, third floor, flat 5. A building we acquired and are currently buying the lease from the tenants and paying them off. We are giving them six months maximum to move out before we...