“How much research did you do on Hobden?” Her eyes changed. “Not much.” “But enough to find out where he has breakfast.” “That’s not tricky, River.” “You don’t usually call me River.” “I don’t usually call anyone River. It’s not an everyday name.” “Blame my mother. She had a hippy phase. Did Lamb tell you to keep the job quiet?” “No, he told me to blog it. It’s on bloody stupid questions, dot gov, dot UK. My go. How much do you know about Hobden?”
