Fin

He'd popped round earlier and had spoken with Mr. Schofield, who he simply couldn't bring himself to call Hex because that was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. It would be a thousand times worse if the dim bloke had been into the occult, but it was really just unfortunate. And John couldn't think on it or he'd laugh in the man's face. He'd wanted to see Fin and got a better idea of when he'd be available.

Close to a time he arbitrarily deemed appropriate, John sent a text as he was presented with his dinner.

Got a minute? I'm at Slander's. I'll buy you chips for a chat. xxJohn