“Thanks, Cosmo,” Alex murmured as the cat leapt from her arms and pranced toward the back of the house to hunt. “And you.” She shoved the old man out of her mind with all her might. He appeared in front of her, bathrobe flapping, his naked, emaciated body peppered with white hair. “That was a one-time ride,” she said. “Don’t think about trying to hijack this particular train again.” “Where’s Danny?” the old man growled. Alex ignored him and marched back to Dawes and Turner.
