'I'm not talking about Mrs Bancroft.' I stopped playing with the display and stared across the desk at the lawyer before me. 'I'm talking about the other million available orifices out there and the even larger number of partners or blood relatives who might not relish seeing some Meth fucking them. That's going to have to include some experts on covert penetration, no pun intended, and maybe the odd psychopath or two. In short, someone capable of getting into Bancroft's house and torching him.'