The Siberian Incident 2

  “Oh, I know what you started with,” Scott replied.

  “So what’s going on with Strovenyevich?” Maddock asked.

  “Nothing for you to worry about lately, we’re monitoring him. If he’s going to present a problem for your client, I’ll let you know.”

  “Helpful to have friends where you need them,” Maddock said.

  “Well, I should probably talk to my mom and dad a little more Maddock, great seeing you again,” Scott turned toward the tables where the family sat speaking to each other.

  “Yeah, definitely, hey Scott,” Maddock said.

  Scott turned back to his uncle.

  “I’d like to take you hunting sometime. Normal animals this time. Maybe pheasant in South Dakota or elk in Montana?”

  “Well, since you moved to Minneapolis and I can’t take you to Bilbo’s Pizza anymore, I’ll take you up on that. Let’s make it elk.”

  “Sounds good, enjoy the show,” Maddock said in parting to his nephew.

  The mid-summer sun set late in Minnesota, and it was well after 9 before the fireworks could begin. Scott watched the brilliant explosions of color, which Colin must have spent tens of thousands on as he contemplated the yetis half a world away. He would never forget them or what they’d done for him, and he yearned to return to that forbidden land to see them again.