The only absentee at this gathering in Ryland's apartment was Tracey, who was looking after Timmy.
Without warning, and to everyone's surprise, Harry Danes rose and looked at each of them individually. They sat in silence, feeling slightly perplexed and more than slightly uncomfortable under the psychic's gaze.
Without his smile, Harry Danes looked hard. He may be short and podgy now, thought Ryland, but he's been fit, been a fighter. And he remains strong.
Danes caught Ryland's appraising look.
"I used to be a boxer," he explained, before turning to Rick. "And no, Mr Meredith, it's not an act."