Oak looked around the room again, almost as if seeing it for the first time.
“And another thing,” he said, turning to Robert. “Where's your wife?”
“Why she's just...” he looked round. “My god where is she?” He jumped to his feet and called her name. “When was the last time we saw her?”
“Sit down,” Oak shouted. “There is too much funny business, and not enough funny business going on here. Now who wants to tell me what's going on? Where is the girl?”
“Could the rainbow assassin have taken her?” I asked.
