"We had a deal, John." And somewhere in the back of her mind, Kit could hear herself saying these same things, in the same weary tone; like some horrid broken record. "You leave me out of your shite. I don't care how bloody stupid they were, there were two of them, in my home, threatening to use me to get at you. That's not leaving me out of it. And you weren't even there for all this, were you? I ended up on Chas's friggin' couch. Who do you suggest I blame for that?"