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Evie merely looked at him over Sandy's head and smiled. Steadily, she kept her gaze on Henry until he dropped his eyes and angrily strode over to the door and jerked it open. Bellowing down the hall to summon a agent, at this time and in his frame of mind, any live body would do for a teething session; Senior agent Wright flustered and blustered until he had purged his evil feelings.
"Damm that woman," he muttered under his breath. In the next second he yelled his displeasure at the page that was running down the hall toward him with a sheaf of papers. The young man skidded to a stop, unsure if the top boss wanted him to advance or stay where he was.
"Get down here," Henry stomped his foot like a spoiled child. The young man advanced slowly, looking like he wanted to cut and run at any second.
"The papers," he roared, holding his hand out for the stack of multi colored folders.
"Here, Sir," the young man looking like he was desperately re-thinking his choice of careers. Henry grabbed the papers, and waved the junior agent away.
Henry walked back in the conference room and the folders slapped with a snapping sound on the table top. Sandy jumped a little under Evie's hands, and Benny and Brett whirled around.
"Now that I have your attention, would you like to read the information I have concerning your family? Not much here, except for Pete." Henry practically purred with oily solicitousness. "The other one, Wayne." Henry glanced at the folder tabs to double check the name, "does have a birth mark in the same area as the two youngest children that have died."
"That's interesting," Evie remarked casually. "How do you know the two babies had their birthmarks in the same general area as Wayne. Did you examine the children with the doctor present? Why would you suspect babies at that age so long before Wayne joined our family? I have a lot of questions Mr. Wright. Please join us," Evie walked around the table, pulled out a chair and jammed it into the back of portly agent Wright's knees.
Over balanced with the force of the chair slamming into his legs, Henry powered down into the armless office chair and went off sideways onto the floor.
"Brett, Benny, I think we should help Mr. Wright back into his chair," Evie instructed her grandsons. Instantly, the two young men appeared at each side of Henry and assisted him upright in a rapid motion, his feet almost touching the floor, but not quite. Evie moved to stare at agent Wright, and for the first time in a long while, he had a frisson of alarm skitter down his spine. Henry remembered that this crazy family still had weapons in their possession, and he was sorry for his lapse of judgment.