nothing like what we 'd just done . but he could n't pick up a phone and dial . she stood back to let me into the hall . five minutes later we are home . that he was n't the demon trying to retrieve the key ? he looks down at the chips , then back to me . soon she would trust him to always see to her protection . but next time raise your hand and wait until i call on you . '' `` you really are a good writer , you know . '' 