"Then we’ll supply duplicate data to the police. They’ll be able to DNA-type the elf—that is, if they suspect he’s a mage. We did take his spell focuses away with us so it might not be quite so obvious. But they’ll be so slow with their inquiries that—oh, hello? Christine? Hi, it’s Geraint. Yes, the Welsh—yes, Cambridge, yes. I know it’s an ungodly hour of the morning, but I’ve a huge story for you. Exclusive, yes. We’ll have the last of the evidence ready for you around six this morning. If you want to make a name for yourself, girl, be here just after then. You’re guaranteed a promotion for this one."