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"Never thought of it like that," Revan answered. "I'm jus' 'is flatmate. He likes taking somebody to help 'im with the heavy liftin' in a case. Likes 'is privacy, too. Likes people knowin' 'im as 'Detective'. Calls me 'Highlander', don't know why. I call me 'Highlander', too. Still don't know why."

After answering her, Revan pondered on Kirina's story, drumming in fours again. ''She's a bit like me. Parents gone. Siblings gone. Isolated.''

After a silence and a red light, he kept the conversation going. "So... We have a washer and dryer. We could clean yer trousers up if that's what you need. Just donnae touch the stuff in tha jars. 'Mister Brains', as you call him," he laughed a bit when he mentioned "Brains". "Is doin'... something with those sheep intestines. I hope its not for haggis."

As he parked the car, Revan checked his phone for any texts form James. Nothing.

"Come on. Upstairs, follow me." He led Kirina upstairs from the shop, third floor, room 3-B. Revan turned to Kirina. "Quick warnin'; chemistry lab in the kitchen, ring of computers in the living room, operating table in one o' the bedrooms. Wash an' dryer in the hallway to yer right. Linen closet's on the opposite door. Wear a towel." With that he opened the door and let Kirina inside first and pointed her to the clothes washer and dryer. It was cabinet styled, washer below the dryer and linen closet on the opposite wall.