" Fernside took the body?” “Oh, certainly.” Darling’s teeth caught what little light there was on the street as he grinned. “This one’s Fernside’s dream. The poor bastard had six fingers.” Gale stood so still that for a moment it seemed the whole street might merely be set dressing—a backdrop for the stage that Gale could lift of its hooks and shake out, leaving utter darkness in its place. “Six fingers,” Gale repeated. And wasn’t he wide awake now? The dead man was Howe. "

― J.A. Rock , A Case for Christmas (The Lords of Bucknall Club, #2)