There was a knock at the door and it creaked open. You didn't look up. "This place stinks of spiders" the cold voice you'd been expecting voiced. You looked up, a slow smile spreading across your face, examining the webs hanging around him, ones he couldn't see "you follow the mother of puppets" Gerry Keay voiced again, eyes wary sensibly.

You lifted the book he was after in one hand. "Hello Gerry. Gertrude sent you after this?"

The man scowled "What do you want for it."