Kian stood at her dining table as the others stood with her.
“Here, here!” Owen declared raising his glass of champagne. “Here’s to the Ark. Home at last.”
“Here, here,” the other three replied raising their glasses to meet his.
“And here’s to my parents,” Kian added with a strong touch of sadness in her voice.
“To Red and Cat,” the other three replied before lowering their glasses and taking a sip.
Kian had found the champagne in Jacob’s cellar when she and Owen had gone back to remove the Ark from its stone sarcophagus. It was twenty years old and, they suspected, intended to toast the return of Red and Cat all those years before. It seemed fitting they should open it now.
“So,” Aidan said to Jimbo when the three had taken their seats at the dining table once again, “you thought more about my job offer?”
“Hey, buddy, not that I don’t appreciate it, but business suits are for jerks. But you can call me anytime you need your sorry ass saved,” he added before dishing up a double helping of mashed potatoes. “Who woulda’ thought it? Scotty sitting in Power’s old seat. A director for the FBI. Congrats, man.”
Aidan took the potatoes from Jimbo and served himself a large portion before handing them to Kian.
It did not take a psychic to know what was on Aidan’s mind. He wanted her to move to D.C. with him. He had even talked about marriage. But she wasn’t ready to leave her Hudson Valley home. Not now. Maybe not ever. “So,” she said turning to Jimbo. “How’s the cabin coming?”
“Too slowly.” Jimbo served himself three generous pieces of roast beef. “It’s those assholes in that building department of yours. Shit, half the stuff they’re making me put in, I’ll have to rip out before I can live there.”
“I know,” Owen replied. “They made me hard-wire smoke detectors just to put in four lousy steps. Outside, no less, on my deck. Jimbo, pass the gravy, can you?”
Kian took the bowl of stuffing from the sideboard and passed it to Aidan. “So I take it nobody’s found any evidence of the demon.”
“Not in any of the local reports,” Owen said.
“Nothing’s come into the FBI,” Aidan added.
“Good, I don’t sense anything either,” Kian said.
“Well with nobody to feed it anger or fear, it should dissipate soon enough,” Jimbo commented. “Power and Raven are gone, nobody knows about it but us, so I think we have seen the last of the demon.”
“One last toast then,” Kian said raising her glass. “Here’s to us and to getting back to normal.”
“To us and to normal,” they all replied.
The old lady sat huddled over her crystal ball. Stooped with age, Power’s mother had never intended to outlive her son. But she had intended to see a grandchild born, a legitimate grandchild. All she had was some half-breed. One he fathered on Raven, a whore he picked up on K Street, no doubt. Still, when you want something you make due with what you have. And I want that Ark.
The old lady tapped her withering fingernail on the crystal ball, then pushed her wheelchair back as she picked up the telephone. “Bring me the girl.”