Chapter Twenty-Five
"Yep, they're following us. You sure Lance said Elliott was taken up to the Palace? I thought that was an official French Historical Landmark or some such. Wouldn't it be locked up for the night? Was he found by a guard? What was Ell doing there in the first place? And how was Lance involved anyway?"
"All really good questions, Mick, which I never asked Lance because I was in too big of a hurry to get here. Oh, hang on, it's the phone. Two calls coming in at the same time. One's a blocked call. Hmm, probably telemarketers. They had no problem surviving the last ten years. Hello, Beth St. John. Yes, this is his mother. Onstar. Thank you for tracking me down. Yes, I know he's missing from the accident scene. I've been told he confusedly went up to Versailles. We're on our way now to pick him up. I don't know the extent of his injuries yet so", seeing Mick shaking his head, "no, don't send anyone. There was another person in the car? Oh, yes, Heather. Is she alright? No, we're not related. Yes, I understand the privacy laws but she was in my son's car for some reason. I'll call the hospital for an update. And I'll ring you back if a unit needs to be called for my son. Thank you."
"Some more good questions."
"Such as why was Heather in the car, and where was Ell going? Mick, was he heading towards home?"
"And why the hell didn't he call us?"
"That's not fair, Mick. You don't give Elliott enough respect. You'll let Collie get into a car with a couple of mad women but yet you chide him over not letting us come to his rescue?"
"Christ, Beth. I didn't realize I was doing that. I guess I just figured Collie being vampire can take care of herself better. And why'd it have to be Lance to the rescue!"
"Karma."