Jack glanced to the ... blank spot on the couch ... Mitchell was glaring at, and closed his own eyes. He tended to forget Annie was there and unseen, except for when she was being directly addressed or when a cup of tea appeared next to him, either of which was unnerving.

"But someone is talking," he surmised. "And it has a few excitable types on edge, and George's friend got the worst of it. Is that about it?"