"Frankly, we would prefer to," one of them said as the car weaved northward up Edgware Road toward the orbital. "However, someone might start asking awkward questions if you were to disappear. Your little kylie at OzNet has been rather indiscreet, I’m sorry to say. Now other people know about you and, well, you’re going to be something of a celebrity. The Man Who Stalked the Ripper. Better be ready for the journalists tomorrow, my Lord." The title was uttered with a sneer. "Not to mention the Met police."