Marc glanced at the clock again. "They've been gone a long time. I hope everything's all right."
"If it wasn't, they'd have called," Bill pointed out before going back to the book he was reading.
"Unless Colin broke down again," Marc said. A worried frown creased his face as he sat down on the other end of the sofa.
"If he did, I'm sure Keyes can and will help him through it. Stop obsessing, Marc," Bill added somewhat tartly. "They're both adults. If they need us, they know where we are."
"Yeah, true. It's just hard to think of Colin as a grownup, sometimes."
"Well, he is," Bill growled. Then he sighed, closing the book. "Sorry, I'm being insensitive. I realize that you care what happens to him, but honestly he's probably safer and in better hands with Keyes than with us. I seriously think the detective has a much better understanding of what Colin's going through than we do."
"It's all right, we're both on edge." Marc rubbed his temples and then got up again. "I'm going to fix us something to eat. Any requests?"
"Let's see what's available first," Bill replied as he joined him. "Maybe we should make something that's long and involved, to take our minds off of things."
"And which of us has any clue how to make anything besides spaghetti sauce or stew?"
"That, my dear man, is what cookbooks are for, and we do own a couple of those."
Marc chuckled. "If we can find them under the dust they've accumulated. You look, I'll see what we've got to work with," he said, opening the fridge.
"Just no Brussels sprouts," Bill muttered at the same time that Marc's cell rang.
Marc answered and then listened, a frown deepening on his face from whatever he was hearing. He glanced over at Bill and nodded. "We'll be there as soon as possible. What's the address?"
"What's going on?" Bill asked when Marc closed his cell.
"They found out who one of the men was who raped Colin."
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