"Of course. And you'll want to call the police."
Gorman growled like an annoyed bull. He jerked open the door and strode away.
Three hours later, Joshua and Myra Lake were seated in the small patio beside their home. They were seated very close together, and Myra was stroking Joshua's hand. "It's been a long time, dear; a very long time."
"Yes."
"Are you happy?"
"I'm—well, satisfied—at least partially. We've passed a big milestone. But it isn't over yet."
"You're sure this time, though?"
"Very sure."
"Thank heaven we won't have much longer to wait."
The wait was slightly less than ten minutes. Then Lee Gorman strode into the patio. Joshua sprang to his feet. "Any news?"