He stepped into the penthouse with a deep sigh. The door clicked shut behind him. He shrugged off the black coat and draped it over the arm of a leather chair in the hallway.

He moved through the open plan space, flicking the coffee machine on. One mug. No sugar. Black as the sky above Southwark. He grabbed a small spoon and stirred it.

Steam curled as he picked up the cup, its heat settling into his fingers. He sipped on a hot drink as he carried it with him through the sliding glass doors that led onto the balcony.

The evening air bit at his skin, damp and cold. London sprawled beneath him. He just stepped closer to the railing, the only sound of the soft clink of ceramic against his ring as he lifted the mug to his lips.