With the key to the other cottage in his hand Gedalya started toward the door and then turned back. “What about the kitchen?” he asked Itzik.
“All taken care of. Rabbi Zimroni was here. He left a seal on the door so you would know.”
“Good. Thanks.” When Gedalya reached the door the antagonistic new agent rose from his place.
“I don’t need an escort.” Gedalya Neiman’s hazel eyes narrowed.
