Bill was still taking it all in, at his own post-workday pace. "Bloody hell, Lottie. As if 'e talks to me at all. So... 'e lied to us about what happened at the station." He cursed. Then he cursed again. "And involved in that Carrington business." If Lottie wouldn't batter the lad, Bill would. Was he trying to outdo Ruth in troublemaking? For he was certainly well on the way. "Jesus, this is bad."