Stryker had bought Jamie a range of drinking cutlery when they had gone shopping. He tore the packaging off the reddish-pink sippy cup in his cupboard. There were two identical ones next to it, still in the packaging but just different colours. Stryker had a feeling he would have preferred the pink to the green.

"Yack." Stryker turned his head to see Jamie's face screw up, eyes scrunching shut as he spat a strawberry slice out of his mouth, pink juices running down his plump lips and chin. Meeting Stryker's gaze, Jamie's eyes widened in terror. He threw his hands up over his face, whimpering.

"Jamie," Stryker said firmly. "Remember...