I stared at him in my best imitation of my foster father and raised an eyebrow. ‘Mac, for Heaven’s sake, leave that poor dead man alone and come over here.’ He came slowly to his feet, menace clinging to him. Then he shook his head and rubbed his face, swaying a little. ‘That helped,’ he said. ‘Can you do it again?’ I tried my best. ‘Mac. Get over here right now.’ He staggered a little drunkenly over to me and sat at my feet.
