"Yeah, sure. Not like my social calendar is full of thrilling engagements. Can't even find a coffee shop that's open," Lawrence replies with a smile and steps aside the let the man into the house. It's kind of studenty; battered furniture and a couple of games consoles with dust on them. Everything set up to make it look innocuous, not that anyone ever tried to come round, not with the people Soleil had got her claws into.

"Sure. Nice to meet you Steve," he said, shaking the guy's hand firmly. "Lawrence Fraser." Less distinctive than Emmanuel which was the first thing that came to mind. Not like Charlie was in any position to complain now. "You picked a hell of a time to come visit the UK."