I explained what had happened to me and what Belinda said had happened to Morley.

"Is there a connection?"

I shrugged. "Not logically."

"But you have no faith in the power of coincidence."

"True."

"First thing we will need to do is get Morley moved in here."

That hadn't occurred to me. I did see her reasoning. There couldn't be a safer place to stash him.

"Belinda says he's too badly hurt to move."

"You will be with him. You will know when he can take it."

I nodded.

She stared into nothing briefly, then said, "I am considering knocking out the wall between this room and your old office. Any objections?"

"Only emotionally. There are a few thousand memories haunting that room." It was the smallest in the house. I used to describe it as a broom closet with delusions.

"We will be too busy to have workmen in, anyway. The Dead Man is asleep. If you were hoping to consult him."

"I figured. He hasn't been harassing me." I surveyed some shelving she'd had installed. "That's a lot of books."

"Some days I do not have much else to do. The only call for trackers anymore comes from the Guard. They have grown so effective with their law-and-order scam that they have people turning themselves in after they have reflected on whatever seemed like a good idea after a half dozen pints. The penalties are less painful. I do some bookkeeping for Humility. I manage his investments. And yours. I study. And that is it."

I had investments? How come I didn't know about that?

Because I would have spent the money instead of investing it.

Another female doing my thinking for me.

"You are doing well with your investments."