That was probably a good idea, Dick thought. It would give him time to come up with some way to tell her what had happened, and if she took the news with half the shock he did then she would be appreciative for something to hit. Besides, if there was anything he knew about this kind of thing, it was that the second he left her alone would be the moment that someone called and told her. He didn't know why, but that was how the world worked.
He heard the telltale sound of his tool chest opening and didn't think about it for a moment. And then he remembered what he was keeping in there. Oh shit! Too late, he ran to the bedroom, hoping to somehow stop her from doing something that she had already done.