Chapter 14

“How the fuck did they get that picture of the boys in formation?” I said as I stormed into the kitchen. “We both know that area is pretty much closed to visitors.”

“That, my love, is the proverbial sixty-four-dollar question.”

“Don’t you mean $64,000 question?” I said.

“No. My parents grew up listening to the original radio show in the 40s, and I still use the term they always used. By the way, did you notice the time stamp on that particular photo?”

“Yeah,” I said, “two days ago.”

“Houston,” he said, “we have a problem.”

“No shit, Sherlock. We need to meet with Rupert ASAP.”

“No argument there. Let’s meet him for dinner somewhere.”

“Aren’t you in the middle of cooking?”

“Babe,” he said, “I’m so pissed that I’ve fucked it up totally. Everything you see on the stove is fit only for the garbage can.”

“I’ll give Rupert a call and see what he can set up on a moment’s notice.”

“While you’re doing that, I’ll go down and scan those photos.”