The officer brought them both to the station, keeping quiet other than periodic mentions of a change in direction. Before Chivy knew it, he had been questioned and brought to a cell. His bag and everything in it remained in the possession of the police officer, of course. He hoped he would be able to recover the bag, anyway, especially since he kept his few actual possessions in a hidden compartment at the bottom.

He had recovered enough of his wits during the questioning to mention that Sefton didn't have anything to do with it, but he had no idea how well that was going to go over. He found himself a spot against the wall to curl up, trying to find something to think about that wasn't the current situation. At least he'd been told they wouldn't hold him long — something about finding his parents (good luck) and deciding exactly how to deal with him.