THE TICKET TAKER AT the museum was new, and looked askance at the odd assortment of people who tumbled up to her to be let in. Mina understood her chagrin: a tattooed slacker (herself); a freckled, fiery red head (tattoos hidden except for the bits not quite covered by Finn's cuffs); a muscle-bound mountain of a man in motorcycle boots and a leather jacket; and a distinguished gentleman not obviously related to any of them. Oh, and Sam had joined them, apparently having nothing better to do with the shop closed. So a dapper, spectacled gentlemen with tattoos up to his ears.
Finn threaded her arm around Rhys' elbow. "Granddad, what's this amazing thing you wanted to show us?" She smiled and handed her ticket to the woman, followed by Ivan and Sam.
Mina brought up the rear, giving the woma
