Dee sticks out his hand at Raffe. ‘Tweedledee. This is my brother, Tweedledum.’

‘Remember us?’ asks Dum. ‘We handle fights and manage betting.’

‘Good to have you here,’ Obi says to Raffe. ‘We sure could use a man like you.’

‘Oh, he’s no ordinary man, Obi,’ says Dee.

I try really hard not to look like a frightened rabbit, but I’m sure my eyes are wide and scared. We’re deep in the building. I don’t know how Raffe can escape.

‘We can make you a star, Raffe,’ says Dum, nodding. ‘The women would be all over you.’ He exaggeratedly mouths the words all over while he mimics rubbing his hands over his chest and body.

‘He doesn’t care about that,’ says Dee. ‘He’s a guy who hangs with angels. There were tons of girls at the aerie in San Francisco.’

I try to remember to breathe. That’s right. One of them saw him at the hotel room at the aerie.

‘Never enough, bro,’ says Dum. ‘Never enough.’

‘What do you mean he “hangs with angels”?’ asks Obi as he gets up from the conference table.

My breath refuses to move out of my lungs.

‘Remember?’ says Dee. ‘We told you that Penryn and this guy were in the hotel. Actually talking with angels.’

‘Penryn’s not the only one who knows stuff about them.’ Dum nods.

I let out a deep breath. They remember Raffe, but only as a human.

Obi walks over and waves Raffe into the conference room. ‘That’s great news. We can use all the help and information we can get.’ He puts his hand out for Raffe to shake. Raffe doesn’t.

‘Hello, Obi,’ I say, waving to him.

‘Penryn,’ says Obi, looking over my way. ‘If I wasn’t so exhausted, I’m sure I’d remember whatever unfinished business we have. Instead, I’m just glad to see you alive and well.’

He steps over and hugs me.

I stand there, stiff and unsure. Raffe’s face is expressionless as he watches us.

‘Thanks.’ I hover in front of the door. I remember our unfinished business. Obi locked me and my mother up in a police car, and we escaped in the middle of the night. But despite that, he’s glad to see me.

I admit, after all I’ve been through, it’s sort of good to see him and his gang too. Some people might call that messed up. I call it dealing with family. Not that he’s family, but if things keep going the way they have been, I’ll be glad to see any human being.

‘Where’s your sister?’ asks Doc. He reaches for the door as if he suspects I’m hiding her just outside.