Chapter 11

“Alone at last,” I said.

“What a day,” Mike said.

“No shit, Sherlock. Any regrets?”

“Not on your life. That kid is going to be ours, no matter what.”

“Yeah. Which reminds me, I need to call Charles back and fill him in on the details. While I’m doing that, why don’t you find a bottle of wine to open? I need a drink.”

Without waiting for him to respond, I walked down the hallway and peeked in the guestroom. Thor was still on guard, but I think he knew we were alone, and he didn’t stir. I went to the master bedroom, lay back on the bed, and picked up the telephone. Charles answered on the first ring, and I filled him in on what had happened since we last talked.

“I think you have things well in hand,” he said, “but if you need me, I can be there in three or four hours, more or less.”

“Let’s hope it won’t come to that.”