"I see," he said. "We have a fixation on our deviant. Very well, Norris, I'll take care of it myself. Where is it?"
"In the house, sir. My wife's bedroom."
"Get it."
Norris went glumly in the house. The bedroom door was locked.
"Honey," he called softly. There was no answer. He knocked gently.
A key turned in the lock, and his wife stood facing him. Her eyes were weeping ice.
"Stay back!" she said. He could see Peony behind her, sitting in the center of the floor and looking mystified.
