Page 50 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“It’s not my fault this time.”
“No, it’s not.” Damian patted Collin on the back. “It really isn’t. I brought clothes. Do you want them now or later?”
Mr. Moreau cleared his throat. “I think they’re going to check one more time, so clothes later. And Collin, you should call your mom.”
Collin buried his face against Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder. “Nope. I’m done adulting today.”
Mr. Reevesworth patted him on the back.
Damian huffed.
Mr. Moreau chuckled. “Well, at least she can’t send the police this time.”
Damian groaned. “They already came.”
Collin sent his sir a glare. Mr. Moreau smiled.
“Actually”—Damian sighed—“someone better call her, and soon. I’m fairly sure that footage of the attack has been running on the major networks for the last two hours. There were news crews there for the entire thing. And the atrium is glass.”
Collin’s shoulders sagged. “Uh…”
“Collin, give me your phone,” Mr. Moreau ordered.
“I don’t have it. It was in the coat you took off me.”
“And the police took that for testing. We should be able to get that back in the morning. Richard?”
Mr. Reevesworth handed his device to his husband. “She’s under Valkyrie.”
Collin smothered a belly laugh in Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder.
A moment later, the sound of a phone ringing came through the line. “Dr. Ryker speaking.”
“Dr. Ryker, this is Émeric Moreau. I’m calling from my husband’s phone.”
“You don’t sound like you’re calling about the trip. What happened?”
“Collin and my husband were attacked tonight by a religious fanatic. They’re both going to be fine, but we are in the hospital. We wanted you to know.”
There was an empty beat on the line, then Dr. Ryker’s measured voice came back. “Define fine.”
“Collin has some mild inflammation in his eyes, sinuses, and throat from being exposed to a mixture of pure essential oils. It’s been mitigated and treated, and he’s cleared for travel on Thursday already.”
“And Reevesworth?”
“A rash on his hand from an allergic reaction to one of the oils.”
“What kind of attack was it?”
“Someone threw the oils at them from about two feet away. Their stated attempt was to drive away the evil spirits and free them from Satan.”
Dr. Ryker swore angrily.
“Rest assured that we have retained private security and the attacker is in jail.”
“Good. Can I talk to my son?”
Mr. Moreau shot Collin a questioning look.
