A movement under the bed caught Diane�s eye, and she looked down to see the tip of Harry�s Glock pointed at Siquieros� ankle. Siquieros noticed the shift in Diane�s gaze and looked down in time to see the tip of the gun. �Ah, I see we have company,� he said, aiming his gun in Harry�s direction. He crouched down to look in Harry�s eyes before shooting him. A shot rang out, and Siquieros went down, howling in pain, grasping his bleeding ankle. Danny flew off the bed and pinned him to the floor, and Diane wrenched the silenced pistol from his hand before he could squeeze off a shot.

The door burst open as the other officers in the kitchen heard the gunfire and ran to investigate.

�Harry,� Claire sighed after everyone straightened out who were the good guys and who were the bad guys.

�What, cuz?�

�You owe me a new rug. You got blood all over mine.�

�You got it,� Harry smiled, holding his cousin�s weakened hand in his, staring into her lovely green eyes.

�Hey, Denby,� Diane walked over to where he was sitting, and stood with her hand on one hip. EMTs and crime scene technicians swarmed around them, leaving them in a surreal spot of quiet in the bustling room, like the eye of a hurricane.

�What can I do for you?�

�Well, actually, I wanted to ask what I could do for you.�

�Come again?� he grinned that Cheshire smile.

�You heard me.�

�That just sounded very Kennedy-esque, �ask not what Denby can do for you, but what you can do for your Denby.��

�Bad.�

�Sorry,� and he smiled up at her with his huge hazel eyes round and innocent.

�I�m asking you to dinner. My place, say, six?�