"Good kind of trouble or bad?" Will glanced between the three women. He hadn't got close to Nigel. He'd only watched from afar, when it had been handy. He hadn't wanted to seem like a stalker. But he had been intrigued by the likenesses in he and Hannibal.
He pushed his glasses up on his nose. And returned his attention to the little girl. Something he'd likely never have. Not one that was his flesh and blood anyway.