"Gina, be good." Thomas half-embraced the child, looking at the woman in confusion, and asked again, "How did you get here?"

"Didn't you send someone to pick us up?" the woman responded, equally puzzled.

"What's going on here?" Thomas glanced at the silent driver standing at the door.

The driver pressed his lips together without speaking, then glanced in Andrew's direction.

Thomas followed his gaze and saw Andrew sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his eyebrows slightly raised, exuding ...