And there, holding up a lantern pointed at Mr. and Mrs. Bering...

"You two are good," says James MacPherson with a mirthless grin. "I see why Mrs. Frederick drafted you."

As one, Pete and Myka step into the room, guns drawn on MacPherson, but he holds up a warning hand. "Ah-ah! I kill this--" he indicates the lantern-- "and it's 'lights out' for Mum and Dad."