As the security team opened the iron gates to the confines of the chateau, a relieved, yet astounded look appeared on Guy's face as he turned to Leo, who sighed in relief as he leaned back again against the leather seat. The father and son pair had left the mysterious car that had been trailing them in the dust long ago, but still decided to head directly back to the Chateau du Pres.
"Where did you learn to drive like that?" Guy asked as the duo departed the car.
"Vanessa always taught me to run if I thought I was going to be caught." the tall, brown-haired man grinned as he shrugged his shoulders.
"One thing I can be grateful to her for." Guy remarked as a security guard walked up.
"Apparently, you were just followed by an elderly couple making their way back to their vacation home around here." the guard reported, looking at Guy. He shook his head. "No connection to Madame Courtlandt's organization at all."
"Good." Guy nodded, glancing at Leo.
"Speaking of that," the guard continued, lowering his voice so that Leo couldn't hear him. "Your connection at Interpol called for you while you were gone." The burly man nodded his head towards Leo. "She said that she had some rather good news about his case."
"I understand." Guy said in a normal tone. "Merci, Pierre. As always, you and your men have done excellent work." He smiled at the burly security captain before turning and heading back towards the chateau. Leo followed after him.
"What did he say?" a curious Leo asked.
"Who?" Guy replied innocently.
"Pierre." Leo clarified as the duo reached the doors to the interior of the chateau. "He lowered his voice, so I couldn't hear what you two were talking about."
"Don't worry about it, my boy." Guy smiled, looking up at his still-puzzled son. "You will find out when the time is right."
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Pacing around his room that night, Leo still wondered what it was that the Count and Pierre had been talking about. It had to have something to do with the tall, brown-haired American because Pierre had lowered his voice intentionally, and had nodded towards Leo. However, the Count had not told him what it was, nor had he been up to see Leo since the events of that afternoon. Sitting down on the bed, Leo could only wonder why it was his father, who seemed to trust him, wouldn't tell him anything. A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts.
"Are you busy, my boy?" Guy inquired, stepping inside.
"Not really." Leo replied, knowing that Guy would only chuckle if Leo revealed that he had been thinking about what it was that the Count wouldn't tell him.
"Good." Guy said, sitting down beside him on the bed. "Because you have a lot of packing to do, so I suggest…"
"Packing?" a puzzled Leo interrupted, "What are you…"
"My connection from Interpol called here earlier." Guy replied with a wide smile. "All of the arrests in your mother's case have been made."
It took Leo a moment to realize that his father had really spoken the words he had dreamed about for so long. His brown eyes widened in shock as he turned physically towards his father.
"You mean…" Leo stammered.
"Yes." Guy nodded with a few tears of joy in his eyes. "It is finally safe for you to go home."
To be continued....
"Where did you learn to drive like that?" Guy asked as the duo departed the car.
"Vanessa always taught me to run if I thought I was going to be caught." the tall, brown-haired man grinned as he shrugged his shoulders.
"One thing I can be grateful to her for." Guy remarked as a security guard walked up.
"Apparently, you were just followed by an elderly couple making their way back to their vacation home around here." the guard reported, looking at Guy. He shook his head. "No connection to Madame Courtlandt's organization at all."
"Good." Guy nodded, glancing at Leo.
"Speaking of that," the guard continued, lowering his voice so that Leo couldn't hear him. "Your connection at Interpol called for you while you were gone." The burly man nodded his head towards Leo. "She said that she had some rather good news about his case."
"I understand." Guy said in a normal tone. "Merci, Pierre. As always, you and your men have done excellent work." He smiled at the burly security captain before turning and heading back towards the chateau. Leo followed after him.
"What did he say?" a curious Leo asked.
"Who?" Guy replied innocently.
"Pierre." Leo clarified as the duo reached the doors to the interior of the chateau. "He lowered his voice, so I couldn't hear what you two were talking about."
"Don't worry about it, my boy." Guy smiled, looking up at his still-puzzled son. "You will find out when the time is right."
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Pacing around his room that night, Leo still wondered what it was that the Count and Pierre had been talking about. It had to have something to do with the tall, brown-haired American because Pierre had lowered his voice intentionally, and had nodded towards Leo. However, the Count had not told him what it was, nor had he been up to see Leo since the events of that afternoon. Sitting down on the bed, Leo could only wonder why it was his father, who seemed to trust him, wouldn't tell him anything. A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts.
"Are you busy, my boy?" Guy inquired, stepping inside.
"Not really." Leo replied, knowing that Guy would only chuckle if Leo revealed that he had been thinking about what it was that the Count wouldn't tell him.
"Good." Guy said, sitting down beside him on the bed. "Because you have a lot of packing to do, so I suggest…"
"Packing?" a puzzled Leo interrupted, "What are you…"
"My connection from Interpol called here earlier." Guy replied with a wide smile. "All of the arrests in your mother's case have been made."
It took Leo a moment to realize that his father had really spoken the words he had dreamed about for so long. His brown eyes widened in shock as he turned physically towards his father.
"You mean…" Leo stammered.
"Yes." Guy nodded with a few tears of joy in his eyes. "It is finally safe for you to go home."
To be continued....