When Henry pulls up the car at the address, my sister texted me I'm surprised, to say the least.

It's not our usual hangout. It's a tattoo parlour in a rough part of London that we've always avoided at our parents' insistence.

"Do you want me to wait, Miss Stone?" Henry looks worried. "Or perhaps I could escort you in? Are you sure this is where you're meeting your sister?"

Normally Henry is so quiet, I'm surprised by his questions, but then again, he is the head of ...