27 Epilogue
Douglas polished another spoon and put it back in its proper place in the drawer. He lifted the next spoon and vigorously rubbed the cloth over its shiny surface until every smudge had been removed. He checked his upside-down reflection inside its bowl. Perfect. Then he returned it to its place in the drawer. Next spoon.
Thud.
Douglas winced. That would be the antique chair.
“Sorry, Mr. Winward, sir,” the mover said.
Douglas waved a hand at the men carting out the burnt furniture. They were on schedule, and snags in the carpet didn’t matter. It was being replaced this afternoon. Alex had committed some costly damage in a surprisingly short amount of time—shot lights, burnt carpet and furniture, broken kitchen drawers, and a hole in the kitchen wall. The glue Alex had use
