“Probably the latter,” I said. “If he had a big family, you’d think they’d be here watching the house for him. I know I wouldn’t let my father sell a place like this.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Simon finally got the cork out and set it on the table, then gestured toward my glass. I handed it to him so he could fill it up, then put it back down by my place setting. “How would you like to buy it?”
My eyes didn’t exactly pop out of my head, but I could feel them widen. “Um, hate to break it to you, Simon, but I don’t have four or five million extra bucks just lying around.”
“You could, though.” He finished pouring his own wine, then sent me a speculative look. “Or hadn’t you gotten around to thinking about what you could do with those teleportation powers of yours?”
“To rob banks?” For a se
