Chapter Seven
"Josef?"
"Mmm." Caught reading his Wall Street Journal online, Josef Kostan is deeply involved in an interesting article from an investor friend in Mumbai.
"Spike's not back yet. I'm worried. It's not like Mick or Beth to not at least call or leave a note."
"Oh, Beth's got him. Sent a note over early this afternoon, said they were going outside looking for Bigfoot." Grinning at his wife, he tries to assure her. "How much trouble can they get into?"
After thinking about his last statement, Josef is up and out the door. "I'll just go and check."
"Mrs. St. John and the children left around 1pm, sir. I really didn't think they would be gone this long as, ah, well, we all know Mrs. St. John is not a snow person." Embarrassed after having said it, Alfred the butler worried he would either lose his job or become dinner. But then Mr. Kostan just smiled. "That she isn't, for sure, Alfred. Did you happen to see the direction they went in?"
Mightily relieved, the man says, "I believe it was west towards the St. John cabin, sir."
"Ah, there you have it. They're holed up with Mick and Elliott for the night and will return in the morning after the storm subsides. Case closed."
"Very good, Mr. Kostan. Will there be anything else tonight, sir?"
"Hit the hay, Alfred, as they say out here in the wild, wild west. We're in for the night."