Wolff grinned at Anna. Anna stared at him for a fraction of a second, her eyes flicked to Sig for some explanation. “But here you are,” Wolff continued, drawing back slightly. “Did you bring your dogs back? You are very quiet.” Anna ignored Wolff and stepped toward Sig to help him up. “Are you all right?” Sig nodded. “What’s going on?” she whispered, but a single look from Sig was enough to tell her that it was bad. Anna helped Sig to a chair, and then she noticed his head. “You’re bleeding!” “It’s fine,” Sig said, gingerly feeling the cut on the back of his skull. “No, it’s not,” Anna said, and went to get some water and a cloth. As she did, she kept one eye on the stranger in the house. Wolff sat down again opposite Sig, bringing a chair over from the table. “Well,” he said. “Isn’t this cosy? A nice family scene. Though your family has just got smaller, hasn’t it?” Anna glared at the stranger. “Do I know you? Have we met?” Sig waved a hand at Wolff.
