Chapter 15

“That was just plain mean,” Eva said. “Did you send them?”

“Not me,” I said. “Her.” I pointed at Tyche. I expected that might not satisfy Eva ... but it was all she was going to get.

“Tyke,” Eva said, “I realize you’re four years old. I also realize that, just like your Dad and Aunt’s that Four is a number that has no relationship to you except size. We don’t have your Daddy ... well ... The organization that is known as Crossroads has confessed that an effort was made to send him home after he performed his duty by the Damsel ... he was sent out the portal and it’s not our fault he didn’t arrive.”

“Where did he go?” Tyche asked.

“As far as Crossroads is concerned,” Eva said. “Here.”

“To the boat?”

The boat being SV Flint, the 90 foot catamaran Surprise bought with the insurance money that EVERYBOAT, Insurance for Murphy, paid out when terrorists ... or pirates ... dropped a pair of refurbishing Frigates on top of her 100 foot catamaran, SV Surprise. Collateral damage ... but still covered by a prepaid “More boats than Drivers” policy Sultry Wench Flintkote ... mom ... had negotiated with EVERYBOAT when the triplets had begun cruising.