All his family members. The former chief of police hadn’t merely extended an invitation this time, as was his habit—he had instructed everyone to come, telling them to do whatever they had to in order to change their schedule and make themselves available for a family gathering.When his oldest son had pressed him why it was so important to have everyone there, Andrew had said that he would understand when the time came.“Anyone know what this is about?” Patrick Cavanaugh asked, scanning the faces of his cousins, or as many as he could see from his position in his uncle’s expanded family room. There seemed to be family as far as the eye could see, spilling into the kitchen and parts beyond.Callie, standing closest to her cousin, shook her head. “Not a clue.”Rayne moved closer to her oldest sister, not an easy feat these days given her condition. Rayne was carrying twins whom she referred to as miniature gypsies, given their continuous restless state.“Maybe he’s decided, since there’re so many of us, that we’re forming our own country and seceding from the union,”
