"For the council, of course, not my brother. No, he doesn't deal with such things." If anything, Michael would kill him if he saw him there. "Oh, it's definitely up to code. Though one little thing. I did notice that you didn't tip me yet. That may reflect less favourably on your review sheet."

Felix came closer and smirked, leaning in and kissing Holden.

Above his head, he heard some twigs snap and then a branch fell off the tree behind him, followed by hushed cursing. Felix spun around and looked up, seeing the battered trainer of what seemed to be a teenage boy hanging from the tree that swiftly disappeared up into the leaves.

Fuck. Just fuck. He looked at Holden and then looked back up at the tree. "You got a shoe tree?"