“You!” hissed Becky, her eyes hard.
“John,” said Logan grimly.
John stared back distastefully. “Want your agrestic friend back?” he asked the redhead. “Then you’d better do as I said.”
“What have you done to George?” asked Logan with clenched teeth.
“That,” he went on, “brings us back to the important point I was making.”
John smiled as a bag appeared on his palm. It was made of sackcloth.