My eyes widened. "Um… they're not here." I said. "Mistress Prior and Mistress Christina left with Master Eaton to go see a hockey game."
Christina nodded along, catching my play. "They'll be back soon, though. Give us your information, Master, and we'll tell them you were here."
The man stepped in, and we were informed of his true height. "Tell me where to find them."
"The hockey game." Chris said. "At 125 Braker Ln."
"Who are you, Master?" I asked, curtsying. "I'll give Mistress Prior your name."
"I'm… a… friend of her brother's." He said finally. I could tell he was lying. "Albert MacAllister."
I couldn't recall a Mr. MacAllister, or my bother ever talking about one, but I managed a smile. "I'll tell her, Master MacAllister." I said in my innocent servant voice. "Shall we escort you to where Mistress Prior is?"
I mentally cursed myself. If he said yes… but he said no. "I'll go myself." He said stiffly. "Thank you." He picked up his suitcase and straightened his tie, and stepped out of the apartment.
We collapsed with a sigh on the couch. "What could he have wanted us for?" Christina asked in a shivering voice.
"For something bad." I guessed, remember my time in Erudite so long ago. "I'll tell Tobias."
"Tell me what?" Tobias came out of the kitchen, munching on Dauntless Cake with Cheetos on top. That could not taste good. Then again, he seemed to enjoy it.
Together, Chris and I sketched the visit of the "Mysterious Thai man" as Chris called him.
"Tris, you should go talk to your brother." Tobias said immediately. "You can go there now and not get a scolding. You can probably fly there." He said, gesturing to my now-visible wings.
"Well, let me at least get dressed in something presentable!" I said and went into the bedroom. "Chris, stay here until I get more info."
As I changed, Tobias came in. I blushed and finished dressing.
"Your figure is bigger." He noted.
"Yeah, well, it does that." I said sarcastically.
I turned to the window and prepared for the flight. At the last moment, I turned to look at Tobias. "You're going to insist on coming, aren't you?"
Tobias took my hand. "Yep."
I left a note for Christina, and we flew off to Erudite… together.
Little did we know that Chris was dying on our couch.
