I follow Oliver inside his new apartment, my head reeling with questions. The inside is I fancy, there's a huge photo of Nimo dangling next Oliver's favourite grandfather clock.

"Can we talk?" I don't wait for him to get comfortable after pecking Nimo who throws me a nervous look. "Now!" I order.

He shrugs nonchalantly and follows me to his kitchen.

"I need an explanation and this time you aren't going to just give me some lame answers," I say as soon as we are alone.

"What do you want to know?" His demeanour turns serious.

"Where you got the money to afford this apartment and what exactly happened to...