“A woman lives here,” said Saul as they entered the front room.
“How do you know?” asked Kobak.
“The inside of the house, in spite of the mess from the search, is neat and tidy. The slip covers on the furniture have recently been vacuumed and the magazines on the end table are stacked in order.” Saul frowned. “You understand technology and see what you need to stay on top in the field. I see what I need to keep you alive.”
Timothy motioned them to follow him downstairs. The basement had been set up as a typical Midwestern man-cave – La-Z-Boy perched in front of 60” plasma screen TV; a smart mini-fridge for beer and a classic pool table. Mounted heads of deer and moose and several plaques with walleye and muskie adorned the walls.
Bob was propped in his La-Z-Boy, a compress on his abdom
