“Farsi?” Jacobsville police chief Cash Grier strolled up with his wife, Tippy. “I speak Farsi.”

“Great. Arrest her,” Wolf said, pointing at Sara. “She just said terrible things about my mother. Not to mention several of my ancestors.”

Cash glanced at Sara, who was glowering at Wolf, and totally unrepentant.

“He started it,” Sara said angrily. “I do not ride a broom, and I have never seen a flying monkey!”

“I did, once,” Cash said, nodding. “Of course, a man threw it at me...”

“Are you going to arrest her?” Wolf interrupted.

“You’d have to prove that she said it,” Cash began.

“Gabriel heard her say it,” Wolf persisted.

Cash looked at Gabriel. So did Sara and Michelle and Tippy.

“I’ll burn the pasta for a week,” Sara said under her breath.

Gabriel cleared his throat. “Gosh, I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t paying attention. Would you like to say it again, and this time I’ll listen?” he asked his sister.

“Collusion,” Wolf muttered. He glowered at Sara. “I still have my handcuffs from my FBI days...”

“How very kinky,” Sara said haughtily.

Cash turned away quickly. His shoulders were shaking.

Tippy hit him.

He composed himself and turned back. “I’m sorry, but I really can’t be of any assistance in this particular matter. Congratulations, Michelle,” he added.

“Thanks, Chief Grier,” she replied.

“Why are you here?” Wolf asked the chief.

“One of my young brother-in-law’s older gaming friends is graduating,” he replied with a smile. “We came to watch him graduate.” He shook his head. “He’s awesome at the Halo series on Xbox 360.”

“So am I,” Wolf said with a grin. He glanced at Gabriel. “Do you play?”

Gabriel shook his head. “I don’t really have time.”

“It’s fun. I like console games. But I also like...” Wolf began.

“The reservations!” Gabriel interrupted, checking his watch. “Sorry, but we’ve got a flight to catch. Graduation present,” he added with a grin and a glance at Michelle. “See you all later.”

“Sure,” Wolf replied. He glanced at Sara and his eyes twinkled. “An airplane, huh? Having mechanical problems with the broom...?”

“We have to go, right now,” Gabriel said, catching Sara before she could move toward Wolf.

He half dragged her away, to the amusement of the others.

“You should have let me hit him,” Sara fumed as they sat comfortably in the business-class section of an aircraft bound for New Orleans. “Just one little slap...”

“In front of the police chief, who would have been obliged to arrest you,” Gabriel pointed out. “Not a good thing on Michelle’s graduation day.”

“No.” She smiled at Michelle, who looked as amused as Gabriel did. “Sorry. That man just rubs me the wrong way.”