"Yeah, let's go out back to the garden," he said, nodding the way through the posh house to the back door out the back utility room. THe garden had a covered patio that was furnished, Spencer had done an A+ job making an outside living space that would stay dry in London. And beyond that was a bench by some dying lavender.

"Here, I've got a pot of sand for you."

And it was just for Fin. He was just about the only smoker Hex knew who'd come to his house.