TWENTY-FOUR
HARRY SEEMED DETERMINED to stay the night with the doctor. The two men remained in the kitchen until after the pipe stopped smoking and the sky darkened.
There were medical books piled behind Asclepius’s chair. She didn’t look much closer than that. Both because understanding them would be beyond her and because if she snooped, she didn’t place much faith in her ability to put everything back how it had been. Daire would know how to do it; she needed to ask for lessons in super-sleuthing the next time they were together.
Seconds after she went out onto the porch for some air, Harry appeared in the front doorway to tell her dinner was ready. He also chastised her for wandering without permission. His permission, not their host’s. It had been on the tip of her tongue to tell h
