We hadn't needed to update everyone on what happened. With their hearing, they'd gotten the full scoop while guarding the perimeter of the inn. Annette, Ian, Bones, and I filed back into my house where the balloons, confetti, and banners now seemed out of place with our new somber moods. "Look at all these lovely gifts," Annette remarked. "All I want to hear from you is a name," Bones cut her off. "Stop acting as though nothing happened and give it to me." Annette flounced onto the couch with none of her usual grace. "I told you. I've never seen him before." Bones sat on the couch across from her, stretching out his legs as though getting ready for an extended nap. "If that were true, you would have given me his description straightaway instead of trying to convince me that you don't know who he is." "Not to mention you wouldn't have let him in, and you would've fought instead of lying quiet while he carved into you," Ian added, ignoring the dirty look Annette shot him. Both men had very good points.
