I’d been surprised that so many of our new friends had stopped by to see me in the hospital. News travels fast among Hunters, and within a few hours of me catching a tranquilizer dart in the neck, pretty much everyone knew roughly what had gone down in order to defeat the Nachtmar. Just when I felt the worst, I had an army of strangers thanking me for saving their lives. As Earl Harbinger would say, they were all right. Sadly, White Eagle had gone home already, so I didn’t ever get to ask that loud guy if he was related to Mordechai or not. Grimm Berlin had taken the PUFF money they’d received from Stricken and divided it out evenly to be given to the families of the Hunters that had died at the Last Dragon. Klaus Lindemann was a class act.

The only other bit of happy news that had come out of our Las Vegas trip was that our bomb expert, Cooper, had gotten hitched. One of the party girls that had crashed Grimm Berlin’s celebration had wound up following him around learning how to build improvised explosives during the siege. I guess that had led to love at first blast. Once they’d gotten back to Earth, having decided that life was short, they had immediately gotten married at a twenty-four hour wedding chapel by an Elvis impersonator. Tanya had approved.

As for that particular odd couple, I never found out what it was that Edward the orc had given me to give to Tanya in case he died. He had taken it back and hadn’t said another word about it. I wasn’t going to push the guy that had single-handedly sword-fought a dragon about it, either.

“Crap,” Mosh said, drawing me back to the present. “I can’t do this.”

“What’re you worried about? I’m the one that has to kill him.”

“We’ll see about that. Once he tells us who sent him back, I’ll—”

“What?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know. Something. But they’re not taking Dad if I can help it.”

That’s the spirit. I reached over and rubbed his bald head. “For luck.”

Mosh swallowed hard and followed me up the steps. I screwed up my courage and rang the doorbell. We were about to face the hardest man in the world. A minute later there was much rattling as many sets of locks were undone.

The door opened and Dad was standing there. It was hard to read his expression, but he knew right away why I’d come. “I’ve been expecting you. I knew you’d do the right thing.” If he was a little surprised to see me, he was really surprised to see Mosh. “David? What’re you doing here?”

“Being responsible, I guess.”