Yas’s name means Child of the Snow. He becomes ecstatic when it snows, and dives like a porpoise into drifts. When fate is cruel and there is no snow, he prefers running to gardening. He has ice blue eyes that can communicate a crime novel in under five seconds. Now. Let’s go now. Before someone dies. Can’t you see I’m dying here? If we don’t go now I will be forced to dig a large hole in the garden. Large enough to bury a body. Whose body? Don’t ask.