“I get to pick the game.” Riley grabbed some empty dishes.
We cleaned up and then settled down on the back porch with bourbon slushies and a board game.
The weather was beautiful, and this was the perfect summer evening with my family.
“I won,” Riley said as she moved her game piece. “Again?”
The doorbell rang. Ugh.
“I’ll get it.” I stood and went into the house.
Opening the door, I saw Agent Weigmier standing there with a woman I might have seen during our time at the Bureau.
“No.” I gave him a hard look.
“We’re just here for an update,” the woman with the pixie cut said. “I wanted to check in with everyone.”
“Fine.” I sighed. “We’re outside.”
I led them out to the porch.
“Please don’t make me testify.” Grace looked terrified. Wes bundled her into his arms.
Her fear coursing through our bond made me want to punch someone.
“There’s no need for that. You are not a witness for the trials. Unless you wish to speak on their behalf?” Agent Weigmier said.
“Nope. Not interested in serving as a character witness.” Grace rolled her eyes. “Hi, Jira.”
“Hello.” Jira waved. “Is everyone well? Pimm wanted me to check on the others.”
“I’m fine. But if you have any of those candies, I’d be better.” Riley gave her a sly look.
Jira patted her tote. “I do.”
She and Riley started talking, my attention went back to Agent Asshole, who was looking around as if searching for something.
“See something interesting?” I asked him, wondering what he was looking for.
“I do enjoy seeing how people live on other worlds,” Agent Weigmier replied.
“You have so much space here,” Jira added. “What are the two tiny houses for? Do children live apart from their parents in this world?”
“No. One is the guest house, for people to stay when visiting. The other is for my chickens, when they get bigger.” Grace still clung to Wes.
Yes, her fancy chicken coop had been delivered, and I had to admit, it blended well. I think she and Spencer were going to get his hedgehog next weekend after Tru left.
Jira looked a little baffled by that. Maybe they didn’t have chickens in her world?
“I did not steal the cat.” Grace looked at Agent Weigmier and made a face.
Agent Weigmier simply nodded.
“Please tell me Rosalind’s going to inter-dimensional jail forever?” Wes asked, planting a kiss on the top of Grace’s head.
“Rosalind and Solomon will stand trial. He is cooperating, she is not. Though we have found everyone and shut this down,” he informed.
“They won’t get the possibility to be released on dotage, will they?” Spencer asked. “I’m not sure I want to deal with her coming after Grace in twenty years.”
