“Not really,” Malcolm points out to James. “You use a forger to catch forgers and an art thief to catch art thieves and a monk that tortured everyone in his monastery to death to catch extremely religious spree killers. Like. What? You’re going to call a pickpocket to catch someone who pickles his victims’ faces as souvenirs?” He snorts. “Good luck with that. I’ll tell you how you catch that guy,” he explains, waggling a finger in James direction. “You find out what makes him feel safe.” He looks at Peter. “It was cicadas. And meat hooks.” He glances around. “Can I make anyone a cup of tea?” He’s already moving into the kitchen and he starts riffling in a cupboard.