“Very good. When he died, she buried a gold whistle with him, inscribed ‘If you want anything…just whistle.’”

A corner of his mouth twitched, twisting his smile into a crooked grin. “I didn’t know that.”

“Well, now you do,” I said. “So when I need you…” I grinned. “I’ll just put my lips together…and blow.”

I did just that. Put my lips together, and blew. Then disappeared. Let’s see Bacall top that.

Chapter 12

12

IT WAS NOW NEARLY TWO IN THE MORNING, WELL PAST necro office hours. Time for a much-delayed Savannah checkup. I popped over to Portland, and found her asleep. I could hear Paige and Lucas downstairs, discussing a new case, some wrong that needed righting. And if anyone had ever told me that I’d be doing the same thing, I’d have pissed myself laughing.

I lingered for another minute, sitting beside my daughter and catching snatches of the impassioned debate downstairs. Then I kissed Savannah’s forehead and left.

My first urge was to hunt down Kristof and get his take on everything that had happened. Yet if I was going to use him, even just as a sounding board, I had to do something for him in return…even if it wasn’t a favor I could tell him about. I’d checked in on one of his children. Now, time for the other two…

Kristof limited himself to one parental checkup a month. He thought it was better that way. I disagreed, of course, but I tried to see his point and, in the meantime, did more frequent checkups for him.

Kris’s younger son, Bryce, was in California, asleep in his grandfather’s villa. He should have been in college, but he’d dropped out last term. Kristof’s death…well, naturally it affected both his boys, but in different ways; maybe the opposite of what anyone would have expected. Bryce had always been the difficult child, the one who’d started pushing Kris away even before the Great Divide of adolescence. Kris had respected Bryce’s rebellion, stepping back, yet staying close, always there to catch him when he stumbled.

When Kris died, Bryce had been in his first year of college, a music major, having declared that he had no intention of following his father into Cabal corporate life. After Kris’s death, Bryce had dropped out of school and decided to work for the Cabal part-time. Now he was a company AVP, living with his grandfather—the CEO—and planning to return to college in the fall, not to music at Berkeley, but political science at Harvard, with law school to follow—the same path Kristof had taken.