Chapter Twelve
The UncleGranville, New York
June 3, 1926
When Zho awoke the next morning, he was in a different bed. As a reward for pledging loyalty to Mike Kelly, he’d been moved to the “fancy guest room” of the Kelly home. It was at least twice the size of his other room, and beautifully appointed. Just two days before, he had awoken strapped to a narrow cot. Today he awoke lying in a king size bed.
That was easy. All I had to do was pledge to be part of Kelly’s crime family.
Suddenly, there was a message from the recovery protocol. It had recovered a fragment of a radio transmission.
“…I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t understand. Did you just say that your Creator instructed you to travel here and silently wait for me to come into range? Then, when I was too close to escape, you we
