Chapter 21

When he walked through the bedroom door, I said, “What took you so long, big guy? I was about to finish this myself.”

“You must have set some speed limits.”

“Hardly that. I just got lucky with the traffic lights and caught them all just right. It happens once in a while.”

His clothes had disappeared during the conversation; then he pounced. Later, he went downstairs to the kitchen while I began the task of taking things out of boxes and putting them away. By ten, I decided that I’d accomplished enough, and Rion and I called it a night and crawled in bed. We’d just finished round one when my BlackBerry rang.

“Maybe I should ignore it,” I said.

“At least look at the number.”

I reached across him and retrieved the phone. “Don’t recognize it.”

“Better answer it, then.”

I did so, and listened for a minute or two. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said.

“Who was that?”

“Alarm company. I need to go check my house.”

“We’d better get dressed.”