Chapter 47

“No,” he said, sturdily, pushing back the unexpected rush of sexual desire. “Not that sort of unnatural.”

Grant gave him a small smile and got up to pour out some more tea. His turned back gave Alec a chance to collect himself. “It’s certainly odd, I’ll give you that.” He mused thoughtfully. “The brain damage. That’s odd. And the description the boy gave. That you gave as well—of its hands, at the hospital. It’s not a wild animal I know of. I’ve got enquiries out to the zoos and universities—I suppose it could be something someone had brought back from India or Africa. But it doesn’t seem likely to my mind, because of the autopsy results.” He put Alec’s tea cup down on his desk and examined him carefully. “What were you thinking? Did you speak to the Super?”