Edgar pulled a bowl of soup toward himself, sighing and frowning slightly. "That works. James and I can alternate for a few nights with Fabian... do you think Gideon would want to take on the patrolling as well?"
Edgar felt a little better about the situation, but was still preoccupied with who might have sent him the owl in the first place. Edgar knew he would obsess over it, and that it would drive him bananas until he discovered who the informant was.