Michael eyed the paintings. "Mostly originals," he said. "There are a couple of excellent forgeries, but the Picassos are nearly priceless."
"Very good, Mr. Tremaine," Leslie smiled. "Your reputation is accurate then." She ordered a staff member to bring refreshments. A moment later, they brought a tea cart with tea, coffee, soft drinks, and hot spiced cider. "Help yourselves."
A few minutes later, Edward and Robert and Lee arrived. Lee was in a great deal of pain and he was tired. They were all soaking wet and muddy. Robert was relieved to see them all.
"Ah, good. You're all safe, then. Well done," Robert said. "Everyone is alright, then?"
"We're fine," Michael said. "What upped the ante for us, Robert?" Leslie brought Edward, Lee, and Robert some large towels and mugs of hot tea to warm up with.
"I did," Lee sighed heavily. "I am so sorry. I apologize to each of you."
"Not your fault, Lee. She was where she didn't belong, and she knew it," Robert said.
"I was on a patrol around the far edge of the woods, and I was jumped by what I thought was a wild dog."
"It wasn't a dog," Edward said. "He had a fully transformed female that he'd brought with him. She preferred to live fully transformed. She had given up every trace of her humanity and was living as completely as animal as she could manage. Let me spare you, Lee. The gist of it is that he brought her along as combat backup. The problem was that she had recently had a whole litter of pups and she brought them along. What Lee stumbled onto was the den. The female attacked him and the pups followed her and went after him. Lee had no choice. He had to eliminate the female and the pups."
"She had to have been human once," Lee sighed.
"By the looks of her, she lost that a long, long time ago," Edward said. "you have to stop thinking of it in the same way you'd think of as killing a human. This was much more like killing a rabid dog and her rabid pups. She didn't even understand human speech anymore. You did warn her."
"Yes," Lee said. "I did. Repeatedly."
"Even as she was clawing you," Edward said. "And by the way, your legs are bleeding where the pups went after you. Robert needs to be sure none of those wounds are bite wounds."
"God," Lee said, sinking into a white leather chair, feeling overwhelmed. "I'm sorry, Everyone. I know he found her and the pups. He's going to be on a rampage now."
"Not your fault," Robert said, kneeling to check the wounds on Lee's legs. "However, that was very clever of you, Edward."
"Thank you," Edward said, with a wry smile.
"He is brilliant," Lee said. "Who else would think of enlisting the help of the ghosts in the house to get them to show signs of life to make him think you all were still there? The ghosts were delighted to buy us some time and to get to do whatever they wanted in the house. Its going to take him quite awhile to figure out you're all gone. And--we left one of Khaat's sweaters there as a decoy marker. It won't be foolproof but it will buy us time, and the ghosts agreed to keep moving it so he can't find it. We'll go back in another couple of days and retrieve the sweater so he can't just take it."
Michael laughed. "That truly is brilliant, you know."
"You were lucky," Robert said. "Claw marks. No teeth. Your pant legs are torn from teeth, but they didn't break the skin. Jess, are you up to taking care of his wounds once he gets cleaned up a bit? The three of us would love to clean up and get into dry clothes."