#Chapter 115 – Tactical Intelligence

Evelyn pushes open the back door to Victor’s house, holding it open so that Alvin and Ian can scamper in. “Hello?” she calls. “Ah, Evelyn,” Henry Kensington rolls into sight from the living room, looking her up and down with a sneer on his face. “How good of you to come.” “Pop pop!” Alvin yells, dashing over to his grandfather, Ian following closely after. Alvin puts one of his own feet on each of his grandfather’s wheelchair’s footrests, next to the larger feet already placed there, and uses the leverage to climb up, leaning forward to his grandfather can give him a hug. Ian circles around the chair and climbs up the back to wrap his arms around his grandfather’s neck. “Hello, pop pop!” he says, laughing. “Boys, really,” Evelyn says, moving forward, “get down – you’ll hurt the chair -” “Don’t scold them, Evelyn,” Henry says – apparently not seeing the irony in the fact that he’s scolding her. “The chair has seen worse, let me say hello to them.” He hugs Alvin and pats I