Briley was putting on her boots when she heard a knock at her front door. She glanced at her watch and sighed. The sweet elderly lady next door, Mrs. Nowicka, came over most mornings looking for her cat, Iza. Sadly, Iza had died about three years earlier, but Mrs. Nowicka was often found wandering the street in nothing but a bathrobe and slippers, searching for her beloved pet. More than once, Briley had been called at the police station by worried neighbors who couldn’t convince the confused woman to go back inside.
She swung the door open. “Hi Mrs. No–” When she saw Drake standing there, she paused; when she saw his double standing next to him, along with an annoyed-looking Scandinavian giant, she stared.
“Drake?” she said in disbelief. “What are you –”
“No time to ask nicely,” the bl
