Chapter Two
Beth spotted the unopened envelope on the entrance table. It must have arrived special delivery today and it lay alone.
The logo and return address made her stomach clench. BioNalysis Labs.
She assumed Mick was still sleeping, but had he gotten up to answer the door? Maybe the new concierge for the building had taken the liberty of placing it there? No, he knew better than to ever enter without consent. She and Mick owned the building and those were the sacrosanct rules. Okay, so who ...?
A rustle of movement, then a loud "whoop" and she knew Josef was in the game room. It wasn't even six p.m. Prime time for sleeping. What had brought him over so early in the day? She sighed. There goes the nap and then the cuddle with Mick.
"Josef?"
And there he was, ever young, handsome and enjoying the heck out of some new internet game.
"Hi, Beth, I just got to hellraiser level five."
"Only level five?" She laughed. "Hellraiser is kinda your birthright at level 10, isn't it?"
He pretended a look of dismay. "Now, Beth, don't be mean! Remember I go back to the middle ages. Now there were some real hellraisers then! Nobody liked the Spanish Inquisition."
"Isn't that an old Monty Python line?"
"i love when you catch my references. Such a quick wit!"
"Not quick enough to figure out what brings you here during your best beauty sleep time?"
"It's a sacrifice but I had to talk to Mick. But he seems to be missing his beauty sleep, too."
"Mick's not home? He didn't call to tell me he was working a case."
Josef gives her that innocent, choir-boy look and shrugs his shoulders. "What, Beth? He didn't call me either." At her look, he deadpans, "But then I'm not married to the guy, either." He smiles. "Ah, the prodigal husband returns."
They both go out to greet him but stop at the look on Mick's face. He has opened the envelope and is grinning from ear to ear.
"Robert is my son and Jacob's my grandson!"
