They both look at me. "What? I'm a photographer. I notice this shit. And I can tell you they're not the only ones."
Dean slumps in his chair. "The question is what do we do?"
"You know what we have to do."
Hermione rubs her hand over her eyes. "I'll make the contract tonight. I'll put the fear of God into them and then we strike."
"Get a goodnight me rest. You'll need it."
"Thank you. And Colin?"
"Yes?"
"Make sure Dennis gets my good side tomorrow."