pat Cooper’s head. “This is something I never expected. I don’t know if I can handle this, Cooper.” Cooper whined to show he understood.
The knock when it came seemed exceptionally loud to Harry. He leaned in closer in time to hear the words, “Agents Panellie and Dante. We have orders from Director Sparrow to transport you and your family to Pinewood. Are you ready, Mr. Wong?”
Harry opened the door to admit the two agents. “Wait here, and I’ll gather up the family.”
Dante, the taller of the two, looked at Cooper sitting by Harry and said, “No one said anything about a dog.”
Harry stopped in his tracks. “The dog goes with us. He’s the reason we have to leave. What’s it going to be?”
Panellie was whispering on the phone. When he ended the call, he said, “Director Sparrow said the dog goes. Can you speed this up, Mr. Wong?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Super Agent,” Harry muttered as he raced through the workout room, down the hall, then up the steps, bellowing every step of the way. All he could hear was rapid-fire Chinese that sounded like curses to him, crying kids, and Yoko screeching in Japanese.
Harry whistled between his teeth, a sharp, shrill sound that created immediate silence. “That’s better. Let’s go. The agents are waiting for us.”
“Is it safe, Harry?” Yoko whispered.
“As safe as two special agents of the FBI can make it be is my guess. Plus, we have Cooper.”
Outside, everyone piled into a dark-colored van that said MONGELLO HEATING & AIR on the side panels in stark white lettering. The doors slid open. Yoko went in first, then helped the kids and Jun Ling. Next, Cooper hopped in, his rabbit between his teeth. Harry climbed in last and yanked at the door. He immediately set the lock before he settled back in his seat for the forty-five-minute ride to Pinewood.
“Crap! I forgot my phone again. Yoko, did you bring yours?”
“No. It’s on the kitchen counter charging right next to yours.”
Harry closed his eyes and leaned back as he tried to come to terms with what was happening all around him. He refused to allow thoughts of his daughter to enter his head. Maybe Jack was right, and he was losing his edge.
Forty minutes later, Harry found himself standing in Myra and Charles’s kitchen. Explanations happened quick and fast, with everyone offering an opinion. He moved off to the side of the kitchen, out of the way. The others could handle things now. He’d gotten everyone here in one piece. He needed to do something right now.
Find your center, Harry, he warned himself. Work outward. Find your center. Clear your mind . He moved then from one plane to the next, his breathing evening out until he was at peace with his body and his soul.
Yoko watched her husband and knew exactly what he was doing. She sighed with relief as she stared at the family across from her. How lost they were, how sad. She knew they would all be devastated when Harry told them about Jun Yu. She was devastated, and she barely knew the man, but Harry always said he was a brother to him.
Annie looked around Myra’s overflowing kitchen. “I think we need to relocate to the family room. Harry can stay here as long as need be. Hustle, people,” she said as she watched Myra herd Jun Ling and the two children forward.
The youngsters were clinging to their mother’s legs, their eyes filled with terror at the gaggle of people all talking at once.
“Where the hell is Pearl?” Kathryn bellowed.
“Five minutes out,” Nikki shouted back.
All seven dogs, not knowing what to do either, followed Cooper’s silent orders and lined up in front of the fireplace, then sat back on their haunches to await further orders.
Ted Robinson scribbled notes in a ratty notebook he kept in his back pocket as he muttered to Maggie, who just looked befuddled at what was going on. Espinosa discreetly snapped pictures of the mother and her children.
“I’m going outside to wait for Pearl. I don’t want