The PuzzleI clasped the front door-frame, feeling faint. Was Jonathan dead?
Then Tony stood beside me, holding a box.
I’d seen this box before. In his room, the day I picked the lock to the side table drawer in his bedroom in Spadros Manor.
The drawer containing all he had of his son Roland.
Tony said, “Can you stand?”
I took a deep breath and nodded.
He opened the box in his hand. Inside were more of Jon’s vials, also smashed. And I pictured Tony running upstairs, dumping the mementos of his son upon the bed, rushing here in a panic.
To me.
Mary and Blitz stood by the door, both staring at the broken glass. Blitz looked like he was just wakened, shirt tail out, hair wild. Mary gasped, hands to her mouth.
Tony stumbled, almost fell. Blitz helped him inside, then went back out fron
