“Yes. Please do.” Jasfoup held out his hand as the mug of tea drifted along fifteen inches above the kitchen counter into his hand. “They'll be interested to see the zombie mask you've got tucked away in your sock drawer and the four cartons of cigarettes in the wardrobe that just happen to match the ones stolen from the all-night petrol station on Clancy Street.”
James put the phone slowly down.
“Ah!” Harold clicked his fingers and Devious began to make a second cup of tea. “That explains the report of a zombie in the house.”
“Indeed it does.” Jasfoup took a sip of his brew. “So you may want to get rid of the evidence, because if we connected you with the robbery you can bet your last low-tar the police will as well.” He held up his free hand as James jerked into motion. “There's no hurry. We happen to have access to the fastest computer in the world. The police have to make do with the old terminals from British Telecom after they upgraded. They will make the connection, but we've time to finish our little chat first.”
Harold accepted his 'floating' cup. “And probably watch all seven seasons of Game of Thrones.”
James looked aback to Jasfoup. “Our little chat?”
“Yes. I'd like to know who your accomplice was?” The demon waved toward the kettle. “I'm sorry. Where are my manners? Would you like a hot beverage too?”
“No. Thank you, but no. What accomplice? I don't have an accomplice.”