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Chapter 12 I decided to park my car in the back of the meeting hall parking lot rather than putting it back in Jens Swanson's garage. I had abused his hospitality enough. Loke and Andrew followed me to my grandmother's house, but when we went inside, we found no sign of her. Her bedroom door was shut, but then it nearly always was. Mjolner was sitting on the rug in front of the cold fireplace, grooming himself. He didn't look up when we came in. "I think she's still sleeping," I said. "I wanted to show her this piece, but I don't want to wake her." "No messages," Andrew said, looking at his phone. "I guess that means no one has heard anything from the police yet." "Well, it's only been a few hours," I said. "Do you have to get to work or anything?" "Yes, actually," Andrew said. "I ha