Then her phone rang in her hand. It was Maeva. “How are you?” she asked without benefit of a hello. “The shits. Just came out of my job on Brandon Street to find the window on my van got broken and two tires slashed while I was working, so I’m stuck at the house. Guess I’ll have to call the cops and then call a cab.” “Oh! Do you need a ride? Because Terry is willing and able to watch Osbert while I come right down there and give you a lift home.” Then away from the phone she shouted, “Aren’t you, Terry?” “That seems a lot to ask. It’s late. You’ve both gotta work tomorrow. I’ll call it in to the cops in case it’s got something to do with what happened at this house. Then I’ll take a cab home and have someone deal with the van in the morning.” “Trust me when I say it’s no trouble. As a matter of fact, I’m putting you on speaker in a minute because I’m walking to my car,”
