The sun was going down, or however you phrased it in Heaven’s River, and I could hear the silence descending over Three Lagoons as people turned in for the night. I put my ear to the door to try to determine what my hosts might be up to. A couple of voices were engaged in desultory conversation. It seemed the night shift was on duty. Not that it mattered; I had no intention of escaping at this point, unless I decided my manny was in real danger.