They followed him into the house and Bobbie could sense the nervous energy of him. He was very much a man who was exhibiting he had everything to lose and would do anything to save it.
They walked in and Bobbie wondered if this was what Little Orphan Annie felt like walking into Daddy Warbucks’ house. The place was palatial, and she was dumbfounded.
“Monsieur Ollie, welcome home,” a woman’s voice rang out.
Bobbie noted the large woman barrelling at Olivier. She barely came to his waist, but she hugged him so tight he was almost lifted off the floor making the kids giggle.
“Ooh, who do we have here?” the woman turned to the twins. “Don’t you look the image of your papa!” She eyed Bobbie, “and you look like you’re too good for the likes of this boy.” She pinched Olivier’s cheek.
“Bobbie
