Jay stashed his stuff in the corner and washes his hands, trying to tame his hair a bit. "The job I did on the Ivory Coast. The guy had two young monkeys he'd kept as pets. Poor things were half starved. One of my contacts recommended this place as a sanctuary that might be able to look after them. Now I can see why."

The falcon flaps a little to steady himself and goes back to preening his feathers, happy to treat Jemma as a branch.