Jonothon shrugged his shoulders a little and shook his head.

//We could potentially get Julian in on this, but it's not really his style. And what we're doing...// His brow furrowed. //Morton and I can keep it quiet. We can do it without drawing attention, without leaving evidence. A cut throat. A convenient fire. It's winter. Everyone's burning something these days...//

He closed his eyes and let himself focus, for a moment, on the pie. It was lovely, wasn't it?

//This old tom, he came from the butcher's shop, as I said. We were after a mark who was renting a room, and while we were there, I dug deep enough and found that the butcher was in on the first one's plot. Was going to dispose of the body, so there was no chance that Karla would come back as demon dead. Or, at least, so that there wouldn't be enough pieces for her to do a hell of a lot if she did.//