Cash looked up. A thin layer of Scottish clouds hung over them, and he wished it would burst. "Adrienne Selwyn," he said. "She's related to —" he broke off. Ford wouldn't care who she was related to, Cash thought. He kicked the toe of one shoe against the cobblestones, still looking up. "— I don't know, a lot of people." There was a seemingly infinite number of Selwyns, with some number of scandals among them. Cash supposed he would have to meet some.

MJ made this!