Hamish came into the lounge to find three large men in black suits sitting there with a cup of steaming coffee clasped between their hands. One was munching on a cookie from the biscuit tin his wife was holding out towards them.
Kysenia was sitting calmly in a chair to the side as Daniel was flitting round his mother telling her not to bother with all the hospitality.
Hamish looked at the suits of the men and saw the golden embroidered symbol on the breast pocket. He made a mental note to do a google search on it later.
As he entered the room all three men stood up. The ease by which they all rose told Hamish these men were highly trained fighters. His jaw clenched.
“Sit down! This is Daniel’s father, Mr Hampshire.” Kysenia’s voice came to Hamish’s ears with a sharp tone of authority.
