Page 2 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
“Yes, if you know how to parse it.”
Collin blinked. “Wow. But why would Damian even know to look that up?”
Mr. Reevesworth laughed. “Matthew taught him.”
Mr. Moreau waved a bottle in Mr. Reevesworth’s direction. “Richard. Ointment. Collin, use your bathroom. Shower. Put on something professional but not a full suit.”
Collin went looking for water after a bare five-minute shower.
Damian was in the kitchen eating waffles hot off the griddle with another four cooking. “Want some?”
Collin shook his head. “You sent a driver for my mother?”
“I was going to, but Ellisandre was already driving Linda down there.”
“Is there a plan?”
Damian shrugged. “I did my part. Matthew and I are meeting for a run in an hour, so I’m out unless I’m needed.”
“What if Ellisandre just kidnaps her. Is that in their job description?”
Damian tilted his head to the side. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time.”
“What?!”
“What’s a little bit of kidnapping between friends?”
“Kidnapping?” Collin’s voice spiraled upward. “I thought we kept to the law around here?”
“There were many laws of fashion being broken. The kidnapping was a moral necessity.”
“I’m not sure I want to know.”
Damian chuckled around a mouthful of waffles.
Collin shook his head. “I’m making coffee. Want any?”
“Yes. Please. Black.”
Collin was in the living room, drinking black courage when his phone rang again. “Collin, who is this Ellisandre person?”
“My friend, Mom. We work together for Ms. Linda.”
“They look like a vampire.”
“Mom, if someone was trying to kidnap you, I don’t think they’d put on five-inch heels and a corset to do it.”
“They’re not wearing a corset, Collin.” Dr. Ryker switched the call to video with the screen flipped to show Ellisandre standing in the airport wearing what looked like a woman’s riding outfit from a Sherlock Holmes film if half the skirt were cut away to show pants on one side. They were also sporting fangs.
“That’s my friend.”
Dr. Ryker visibly braced herself. “I can get myself to you. No driver needed.”
“Dr. Ryker?” Linda Reevesworth walked into the frame, dressed in a conservative gray suit with a plum-colored silk blouse. “Lovely to meet you, I’m Collin’s boss, Ms. Reevesworth. I see you’ve met my assistant.”
The phone twisted around, and Collin lost track of the conversation. The call ended. A moment later, Collin’s phone rang again. This time, the call was from Ellisandre.
“My lady has persuaded your matriarch, Collin.”
