Chapter 49

“How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?”

-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of Four

Dodd looked surprised.

“Watch out,” Tom shouted. “She’s got a gun.”

“Be careful,” Philip Green pointed. “She’s got two guns.”

“Get out,” I yelled. “She killed Lt. Fernandez.”

Dodd drew a 9 MM from his coat pocket and pointed it at the Foundation Director. It was like a still-life tableau. They were at an odd standoff, both pointing guns at each other, her two against his 9 MM. I wondered what would happen now. How many of us were going to get shot or worse tonight?

Grace smirked. “Well you finally made it.”

“I took off in the Cessna as soon as I hung up with you,” Dodd said. “I’m glad to see you’ve got everything under control.”

Now all three guns were pointed at us. I lost all hope.