"I spotted two of them," Ian said. When she looked surprised, he said, "Cops always have a look about them. That's one of the things that don't change."
"You go back quite a ways, don't you? I'll bet you have some good stories."
Ian thought about it, and nodded. "Some, I suppose."
"I should tell the police they can go home. I hope you don't mind that we brought them in."
"Of course not."
"I'll do that, and then we can go. Oh, and I guess I should call the children and tell them we'll be home soon." She laughed, reached across the table, and touched his hand. "See what can happen in six months? I have three children, and Gillian has two."
He looked up, interested.
"Are any of them girls?"