The look on her face when she saw me sitting there was worth the wait on its own."Hi sis," I called out to her but she just scowled back at me."Who's ...oing to get grounded," I chanted once the front door had closed behind Danny."Shut up you little shit," she fired back savagely at me."Hey, I didn't have someone in my room since coming in from school," I sneered, "and I wasn't still getting dressed either." Shut it," she said, but I could tell she was dead worried.I headed off to my room to. " Si! Thank you. That's just turned my insides to jelly."I got the call to join Henry in his office a little after two that afternoon. Henry and Shelley were there when I entered. Antonia was sitting in one of the leather armchairs that Henry kept for important visitors. She smiled widely at me."Ah! Simon. Would you like some tea before you start?" Shelley smiled at me and Antonia positively beamed. As usual Henry talked about the importance of our work and how it could benefit mankind. That. "Please, lie in front of the fire, as you would recline upon your bed as you read a letter." He looked up to see a youthful sprawl, unashamed and open, touched by shadows and highlights that flickered, a slight sheen of sweat from the heat of the fire. As he drew, he found himself becoming more impatient. His continued failure to shake off the image of his young butler, in spite of the presence of the gorgeous young artist, was something he had become unused to. His lines grew spikier, more. “That’s easy, you are my prisoner, Frank, and we are in the subbasement of a house on Beacon Hill. You can scream as loud as you want. There is no one to hear you, as we are deep underground and there is no one in the house above us,” I told him with a smile.“What the hell do you want?” he demanded, as he tried to move but was unsuccessful.“We want information about the people in Salem who you introduced to Don Palladino, and who he sent to Atlanta to see his nephew Rickey Pontoliano,” I told.