The voice that came over the line was an unfamiliar one and he felt his gut tighten as he sat up quickly. Hesitantly, the woman who spoke said in a soft whisper,

“Mister Saint?”

Finn St Just grunted, sitting up now, apprehension washing over him.

“Who is this?” he snapped, his voice hard but he was worrying about heir missing Pet.

“I’m Hua Feng,” said the woman, sounded uncertain and more frightened by the minute.

As he prepared to slam the phone down, she said in a half whisper again,

‘Your Pet said …to say she needs the blanket at half past three.”

St Just stared at the phone in...