We sat around the kitchen table, Moira drawing designs in the high chair tray with the grape juice she shook out of her sippy cup. Barker seethed around our legs, sensing turmoil in the air, until I sent him to lie down in the living room. Drake took a big sip of his coffee and sighed in satisfaction. “Now,” he said, setting down the cup. “Tell us everything that happened this morning from the moment you opened your eyes.” I went through the list of what we’d done that morning to get everyone off on time. Bruno nodded; he was familiar with that list, it seemed. “No unusual noises outside? Barker didn’t alert you to anything?” Drake cast a look of disapproval through the door at Barker, who was doing his rug impersonation on the living room floor. “He’s no use at all if he won’t even let you know when someone’s being assaulted outside.” “He woke me up this morning.” I tried to remember back that far. “He barked, in fact. Usually he just shoves his cold wet nose into my arm until I get up.”
