"There'll be a guard stationed around the house and all her holdings and art will be taken over until she comes back—"
"She won't."
"—or is declared legally dead."
"And me?" I broke in.
"We can't hold you without proof of murder."
"Good enough. Then let's get out of here."
"I have to go back on duty," he objected.
"Not any more. I've got over $15,000 in cash and deposits—enough to finance you and me."
"Enough to kill her for."
"Enough to finance you and me," I repeated doggedly. "I told you I had the money before she sent me into the future—"