“You know that small problem
we have,” Bryant said mid-morning of the next day as he walked into his
father’s study, “well I think it will go away soon. Very soon.”
Gerard arched an eyebrow.
“Meaning what?”
Bryant sat down on the sofa,
crossing one ankle over his knee. “Meaning Mr. Tyler is currently in residence
in the attic.”
“Bryant,” Gerard growled.
“What on earth possessed you to bring him here?”
“Actually he brought himself
here. Luckily I spotted him; unluckily he’d already seen Spin taking our latest
prey inside. So I did what was necessary, caught the nosey young man and
deposited him upstairs. Don’t worry, he’s cuffed, gagged and locked up until we
decide what to do with him.”
Gerard nodded as he took a
sip of wine and thought about what his son had told him. “Obviously we do not
let Crispin know the young man is here.”
“No kidding. The problem is
it’s the weekend which means Spin’s not going anywhere.”
“Then we’ll just to come up
with a logical reason to send him on an errand. Is there any detritus from last
night’s game you still have to dispose of?”
Bryant snorted. “You can’t
be serious. We got rid of the body and the rest early this morning as usual. It
was just a dump, nothing public this time.”
“What’s next in your planning
or have you decided yet?”
“We’ve tossed a couple of
ideas around but nothing specific. But…” Bryant tapped a finger on his knee.
“That might work. I can send him off to do some research. I got the inspiration
from something one of my employees was complaining about a few days ago.”
“Then get him on it, the
sooner the better. We don’t want young Mr. Tyler dying from dehydration up
there. The attic gets quite warm with the sun on the roof and no ventilation.”
Bryant smiled in agreement
as he stood. “Softening him up is one thing but I’m looking forward to having
my fun time with him before disposing of him permanently.”
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