In a sandwich shop on the Fulham Palace Road, the Inspector erects the doll’s house and justifies her presence by ordering executive fish fingers on sourdough toast. She does not expect, having just eaten once at Tubman’s, to be hungry, but finds herself grazing all the same. Between mouthfuls she opens a direct connection to the address Tubman gave her and downloads the Squid. The software is represented by a cute, wide-eyed sea-creature juggling data. Behind it in the false 3D of the display is Kraken, in a biker jacket and Wayfarer sunglasses: the badass elder sibling, a beer bottle held loosely in one suckered pad. She remembers, irrelevantly, that members of the order Teuthida have only two true tentacles. The shorter gripping appendages are arms.