Michael brought in a bottle of firewhiskey and a stack of glasses. He poured a drink for Robert and put it in his good hand.
"You shouldn't have to take a bullet for me, Mate," Michael said.
"And when would you not do the same for me?" Robert said, drinking the glass of firewhiskey in one gulp.
"I wouldnt" Michael said, refilling Robert's glass.
"You're a git and a liar now," Robert scowled. "Alette will be staying until I can get the heat off her. I'll have to work that out with Daniella."
"She can stay with me," Michael said. "But might I impose on you, Kate for a few things for her?"
"Absolutely!" Kate said. "It would be my pleasure. What did happen?"
"I can't do the job anymore," Alette sighed. "I'm losing my touch."
"But I still don't understand why," Michael said. "You were the lightest fingers in the business."
"Not anymore," Alette sighed. "Michael, about 6 months ago, I was in the midst of a museum heist, taking out a very dangerous magical artifact that the muggles really could not afford to have. My climbing rope broke and I fell three stories from the skylight to the marble floor. It damanged my neck and my shoulders for weeks. I still have trouble with it."
"You didn't tell me that when we were in Tuscany," he scowled.
"Let me guess," Robert said, "You've lost the sensitivity in your fingers."
"Yes," she sighed. "And some of my agility."
"Those are spinal issues, Alette," Robert said. "You could have been killed. You should have been. And you should have come to see me immediately. I don't know whether its repairable now or not. But as soon as I can check it, I will."
A crack of thunder and a big flash of lightning lit up the sky, and Abbey and Dakota came running downstairs, screaming. Abbey wanted her papa, and Dakota was just screaming in fear.