Chapter 30

“Oh my God!” he heard Mrs. S. cry.

“What? What’s happened?”

He raced down the stairs in a terry-cloth robe, dripping water, to find her slumped on the stairs, the phone receiver pressed to her heart. 14

California, 2002

He stood halfway down the path that led to the manor house at Bethzatha. For a long while—or maybe it just seemed like a long while—he looked at the semicircular drive, lined with impatiens and whatever staffers could be spared from the inn for the brief ceremony. They flanked the steps of the porch on which Se?or sat like a Persian emperor with Paris to his left and Belle at his right.