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32. Chapter

When Cole and Prue arrived at home, it was early in the morning. Almost all town was still sleeping and the sun sent the first rays of sunlight onto the earth. Just the birds were already twittering loudly and flew around, burning for action.

When Prue opened the door, Amy was already waiting for her in the hall. Although it was so early, Amy held Danny on her arm and ran towards Prue in relief.

"Prue, when I heard you leaving the house, I couldn't sleep anymore." She explained quickly. "I got up and looked after Danny."

"Is everything alright with him?" Prue asked on alert and picked up the boy, who was looking at her tiredly.

"Of course, but I was worried about you." She looked down dismally. "It was wrong, that I snubbed at you yesterday."

"Don't worry, I already forgot it." Prue said and pointed at the door. "But look who I bring along."

Amy looked up again and saw to her pleasure Cole standing in the door. "Oh Cole, you are here again." She let out happily and embraced him stormily. "I already feared, that you would live in the terrible stone for the rest of your life."

"Oh no of course not, finally Prue was there." He explained grinning.

"Well, yesterday, it sounded different." Amy said with a shrug.

"Why?" Cole wanted to know, while he walked to Prue to pick up his son. "I'm so glad to see you again." He told the little boy in a low voice and kissed his forehead.

"I didn't like the method to release you." Prue explained meanwhile. "Parts of dead bodies, actually I thought it was a little too extreme."

Cole looked up and cast a surprised look at her. "But you did it nevertheless." He said in disbelief.

"I didn't know, if I just jumped to conclusions. The spell appeared to me in the book so I was assuming that it couldn't be black magic. Okay, it couldn't allay all my doubts, but I did it." Prue groaned, she still wasn't absolutely sure about it. "I had no choice, if I wanted to protect you of Morgan and Belva." She explained firmly.

Cole looked at her still surprised. "Thanks!" He said in a low voice.

Prue looked back at him and shrugged her shoulders hardly noticeable. They looked at each other smiling, it was a long and intensive look, there was nearly an inseparable contact between them, words weren't necessary and you could nearly touch their bond with your hands for a moment. Both of them didn't want to cut off this bond again by looking away.

But Amy dealt with something else and didn't notice anything of it. Otherwise it was too hard to understand, why she broke this magical moment by suggesting. "Let's go into the living room first, or even better into the kitchen. I'm sure you are starving." She said.

Reluctantly Cole looked away and shook his head. "No Amy, I'm not hungry."

"Oh, that isn't good." She looked at Cole concerned for him. "How are you feeling?"

"Well usually I feel much better." He explained and walked into the living room to sit down onto the sofa. "My head's pounding as if an express train speeded over it." He said and tried to move his head carefully.

"Bulldozer." It slipped Amy out.

"What?" Cole pricked up his ears. "What did you say? A bulldozer?"

"Well." Amy gave Prue an excusing look.

"The thunder stone was rebellious and rolled under a bulldozer." Prue explained plainly and grinned. "I wonder who was responsible for that."

"I can tell you it wasn't me, but thanks for my headache." Cole said ironically.

"Stop making such a fuss, you have told me, that you didn't hear anything inside of the stone." Prue justified herself. "And it was worth a try."

"Oh of course, and if the stone disintegrated?" Cole wanted to know.

"Well I was sure, that you would have been able to escape, finally this other demon was able to do it, too." Prue informed him, not very impressed.

"Or I would have fallen to pieces, too." Cole pointed out.

"I thought just vampires disintegrate to dust." Amy said and added in a low voice. "Or demons, too?"

Cole looked at her in surprise. "Well everybody would be mashed up under a bulldozer." He explained quickly, because he understood very well, that she actually would like to know something else.

"Okay." Amy smiled slightly and decided to change the subject for the moment. "But what's really happened to you?"

Cole sighed. "When I had a meeting with Edward Wingrove, David Morgan was there, too. And he wanted to transmute me into a zombie. But it didn't work. And when I just wanted to disappear, his mother appeared." He explained and added to Amy. "She is a Voodoo priestess. I supposed, that it would be better to shimmer away, but she has seized the opportunity and locked me up in the stone."

Prue looked at him thoughtfully. "But actually David Morgan has planned to transmute you into a kind of a zombie?" She wanted to know.

"Yes." Cole nodded and turned to Amy. "Amy, do you remember the workers, we have seen on the place after the voodoo night?"

Amy nodded. "Yes of course, they didn't have a connection between their hearts and their consciousness."

"That's it." Cole turned to Prue. "I'm sure, these men were zombies. And David Morgan is responsible for that."

"Mm," Prue said doubtfully. "What do you mean exactly, when you say zombie?"

"These zombies don't have their own will, they have lost their consciousness. They don't know anymore, who they are, who they were. They are just in a good physical order, they are automats, able to achieve a lot of work and serving their owner blindly." he explained.

"And once they were dead, weren't they?" Amy wanted to know disgusted. "That's like a horror movie. You are joking, that can't be true."

Cole shook his head. "But it's the truth. But it isn't like a horror movie. Morgan wanted to make me drink a special poison, that wouldn't have killed me completely." He explained. "And after some time, he would have reawakened me and he would have locked up my soul in a corked bottle. I would have been his soulless and weak-willed slave."

"That's terrible." Amy let out. "And these workers were zombies?" She wanted to know again.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Cole said shrugging his shoulders.

"And what does he get out of it?" Prue wondered. "Cheap workers, is that the reason, why he did it? Or is there anything else?"

"I don't know." Cole admitted.

"These poor people." Amy shook her head in disbelief, when she remembered something else. "Kirk Landon." She said and looked at Cole and Prue. "I'm sure, he did it to him, too."

"Who is Kirk Landon?" Prue wanted to know.

"A gardener from the church." Amy explained. "Well gardener, that's carrying things too far. Adam has met him, when he has worked for the soup kitchen. Kirk Landon was homeless, he has been through a lot of strokes in his life and therefore he ended up on the street. Adam wanted to help him, and when there was an auxiliary job for a gardener in the parish, Adam has suggested him and he got the job."

Prue nodded. "And then?"

"Oh, Mr. Landon settled down very well, he had an apartment in a little house on the church area and he did a good job. Adam was very proud of him. Because a lot of parishioners had their doubts about it." Amy smiled and sighed. "But then he was suddenly gone. Nobody has seen him anymore and all people have supposed, that he went back on the street to drink." Amy shrugged her shoulders. "Only Adam couldn't believe it. He was searching for him everywhere and finally he found him."

Cole looked at her curiously. "Where?"

"In a working unit." Amy explained sadly. "Adam tried to talk to him, but he didn't recognize him, he just passed by Adam, as if he wasn't there."

"And where was it?" Prue wanted to know.

"I don't know. And to tell you the truth, I wasn't very interested in it. I just supposed, that Adam was wrong, that he only mistook him him." Amy said with an excusing smile and added. "Well I had my own problems, and if Adam has talked about it with me, I wouldn't have listened carefully."

"What a pity." Prue said disappointed. "But we'll find a way to find it out."

"Adam had such a small book, where he made notes. Perhaps he has written something about it." Amy supposed. "If I just knew, how we could get it."

"I already have it." Cole said. "It was absolutely boring to read it, I couldn't find anything interesting."

"Are you sure?" Prue asked sceptically. "Perhaps you've missed something."

"Well, you can read it again, of course you won't miss anything." Cole said ironically and leaned back. "It's lying on the table in the dining room."

"That's great." Prue said cynically. "How about showing it to us?"

"No problem, I'll take it." Amy said immediately and disappeared in the dining room.

Prue looked after her shaking her head. "Why are you so lazy? I thought you could need some exercise, finally you had some cushy days in the stone." She pronounced.

Cole smiled slightly. "That was no holiday, but stress." He explained in a serious voice.

Prue looked at him and nodded. "I know." She said softly.

"I knew all the time, what Morgan wanted from me and that gave me a hard time, it was like hell." Cole sighed and looked at his son. "I should kill you."

"Cole." Prue stood up and sat down beside him. "It's over, you are here again. And it would be ridiculous if we couldn't defeat a nobody like Morgan." She tried to convince him. "Finally we already had more powerful opponents."

"I've told Morgan the same." Cole said with an intimated grin and looked to the dining room. "It was incredible, but Edward Wingrove handed me over to him." He said in a low voice. "It seemed to me, as if Morgan was the boss, Wingrove was afraid of him."

"Mm, what do you think, why does he have Wingrove in his grip?" Prue asked thoughtfully.

Cole shrugged his shoulders. "Wingrove has told me such a nonsense, that he just wants to protect his family." he said.

"Who knows, perhaps it's the truth." Prue thought. "Anyway, he and his family made a quick getaway, they have left the town."

Cole looked at her surprised. "Such a coward." He let out. "And he doesn't care a bit about Amy." Cole looked to the dining room again. "What's taking her so long?"

Prue stood up. "Don't go to any trouble, I'll look for her." She explained sarcastically and left the room to search for Amy. When she entered the dining room, she found Amy crying at the table. Adam's book was lying open in front of her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Prue asked surprised and sat down beside her.

"Nothing." Amy said in a low voice and tried to wipe away her tears. "It was just strange to see his handwriting again." She said and her fingers ran over the page tenderly, before she started to cry again.

"It's okay Amy. You can cry, if you feel like this." Prue explained and put her arm calming on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry for you."

Amy sniffled. "I just wished, he would be still alive. I would accept, that he wants to become a priest." She explained and looked at Prue with a courageous smile. "Do you know, why I accepted Cole as my lawyer?" She wanted to know.

"I've no idea, of course not, because he is so incredible sensitive and understanding." Prue said cynically.

Amy laughed. "No, that wasn't the reason. But I've seen his heart." Amy said and looked at Prue attentively. "Once it was broken like my heart. But Cole's heart was already healing, although you could still see the scars. But it showed me that it's possible."

Prue nodded. "Of course it is. You'll never forget Adam, but you'll get over it and one day you'll fall in love again."

Amy grinned. "Well I hope so. But it's too early at the moment. I would feel as if I betrayed him." She explained and sighed. "But hopefully I'll be as lucky as Cole and I'll find someone like you in future."

"Like me?" Prue wondered.

"Yes, of course, I mean like you and Cole. You are happy together." Amy told her convinced.

"Mm yes, it's strange, isn't it?" Prue asked thoughtfully. "I was always sure, that I can't stand him."

"Yes, and you couldn't be more wrong." Amy explained with a smile. "Because he is the right person for you, and he knows it."

"Oh really?" Prue grinned. "And I thought we wanted to test the wrong person next time."

Amy gave her a confused look. "What?"

Prue shook her head. "Forget it." She explained and looked up, when Cole was suddenly standing in the door frame.

"Did you already find anything interesting?" He wanted to know.

"No, not yet." Amy said reluctantly. "I just didn't get the time to take a close look at the book."

"Oh, and what did you do all the time?" Cole wondered. "But so what. I'll put Danny to bed now, I'm sure he is tired."

Prue jumped up and walked to him. "No, I'll do it." She explained immediately. "You should change your clothes and have a shave first. And Amy will read the notepad again." She suggested and looked at Amy. "I mean, if you are able to do it."

Amy nodded resolutely. "No problem, I'll manage it."

"Okay, then everything is alright." Prue said satisfied. She took Danny and left the dining room.

Cole looked after her and shook his head. "She is great, isn't she? Always so protective." He said ironically.

"You are really incredible, both of you." Amy explained grinning. "I can't imagine, that you were married to her sister in the past."

"Yes, it's strange. In the past I've never thought, that I could come together with Prue." He explained thoughtfully. "Probably we just needed the right place and the right time." He said and added with a satisfied grin. "But now I'll better act on her order and you should do it, too."

He left the room, but he came back seconds later. "Tell me Amy, there is such a burning bowl with oil in my room. What does it do there?" He wanted to know.

Amy looked up. "Oh, you don't know?" She asked surprised. "It's a magical lamp. Zadie had put it into your room to break a curse or a spell or whatever." She explained and looked at her watch. "But I think it must have done it's job yet and we can place it in the hall now. Then it can protect the whole house of evil."

"Oh, I see." Cole said sceptically. "So shall I put it into the hall?"

Amy nodded. "Yes, but we mustn't forget to pour some oil into it at 12 o'clock."

"Great, I'll leave it to you." Cole said and walked back to his room to take the bowl with oil and find a place for it in the hall.

When Cole left the bathroom, after he had changed his clothes and had a shave, he walked downstairs and searched for Amy in the dining room. She was standing at the window and stared out of the window fascinated. "I've placed the lamp on the little table in the hall." He told her.

"Good." Amy said in a low voice, but she didn't turn around.

"Is everything alright?" Cole asked and dropped down onto a chair.

"Sure!" Amy let out. "I just found out, why Adam was so enthusiastic to meet me for my May celebration." She turned around and folded her arms. "He thought the working troop was living on the plantation." She said with a sad smile.

"And that was written in the book?" Cole asked in surprise and took the book. "Where?" He wanted to know and looked at the open page thoughtfully. "This scrawl? No wonder, that I missed it."

Amy gave a snob of contempt. "Yes, I can make out his handwriting, but otherwise he was a stranger to me." She turned around to look out of the window again. "I thought, he was happy to meet me, but no, he just wanted to seize the opportunity to look around on the plantation."

Cole shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sure he just wanted to combine business with pleasure." He explained.

"And what have I been?" Amy asked and looked at Cole over her shoulder. "Business?"

"No, I thought that the date with you was the pleasure part." Cole explained.

"I have my doubts about it." Amy sighed.

"Stop it Amy. It won't get you anywhere, if you think about him all the time." Cole said and changed the subject. "So you want to tell me, that this zombies could live on the plantation." He thought and banged his fist on the table angrily. "Damn it. Why did I give the key back to Vivian? How shall we get there? Unfortunately shimmering is not so easy at the moment."

Amy looked at him in a bad mood. "Well I couldn't care less." She explained and walked to the door. "I'll prepare breakfast, if you're hungry, you can come to the kitchen, too."

Cole looked after her, but then he turned back to the book. "The zombies are on the plantation." He said thoughtfully and grinned satisfied. "I think I'll come up with something special for you, David."

He left the dining room very determined and walked upstairs to search for Prue. She has left the dining room to put Danny to bed, nearly an hour ago. Cole couldn't imagine, what she had done all the time. He walked upstairs and stopped in front of Prue's bedroom, he opened the door carefully and looked into the room, but Prue wasn't there. Cole closed the door again and looked to the bathroom, but he couldn't hear any noise from this direction. Worried he looked to Danny's room and opened the door silently.

When he entered the room, he stopped smiling. Danny was sleeping in his bed under the window, while Prue was lying on the old sofa standing in the other edge of the room. Cole walked to her and kneeled down beside the sofa, but Prue didn't notice him, she was sleeping, too. She didn't move, but was in a deep sleep. Thoughtfully Cole took the colourful blanket lying at the bottom of the sofa and covered Prue with it. Then he stroke a strand out of her face and said tenderly. "If you are sleeping, you are really cute." He grinned and looked thoughtfully at her peaceful face with a slight smile on it. "And you're so peacefully." He listened to her breath and kissed her forehead. "Okay, you should sleep." He told her in a low voice and stood up again. He walked to his son, he was also sleeping satisfied. Cole left the room with a smile on his face and closed the door silently.

After Cole has walked downstairs, he sat down in the kitchen beside Amy. "So, what will we have for breakfast?" He asked full of expectations.

Amy flashed a look of contempt at him and put a box with Cornflakes in front of his nose. "There you are."

Cole took the box. "Cornflakes?" He asked in surprise and raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm used something better from a masterly cook like you."

"If you don't like it, you can cook something else for yourself." Amy explained angrily.

"Well usually you are always keen on cooking." Cole said and looked at her searching. "What's wrong?"

Amy looked up and cast an angry look at him. "Help yourself! Only once you could prepare something on your own. It's no pleasure to serve you all the time." She hissed at him. "Especially if you aren't interested, how I am feeling."

Cole sighed. "Amy, Adam Boucher was an idiot."

Amy flashed a look of contempt at him. "How can you say that? You even don't know him."

"I don't have to know him." Cole explained firmly. "If he went to your May celebration because of Kirk Landon and not because of you, he must have been an idiot."

Amy smiled slightly. "So you did listen to me?" She asked thoughtfully.

"Of course, I'm not deaf." Cole said and smiled. "You should forget him, Amy. You have done everything you could to get him back. And even if you made some mistakes, you'd never feel responsible in any way, that it didn't work. You've fought for your love."

Amy nodded. "Yes, I've fought for it, but it was useless." She said sadly.

"No it wasn't. Because in contrast to him, you'll never have to wonder, if it was the right decision to give up on you. This question will torture him all his life." He explained smiling and added with a shrug of his shoulders. "Although, he is already dead."

"Yes, this question didn't torture him for a long time." Amy said thoughtfully and looked at Cole. "You're right somehow, I have done everything I could. And now I have to get over it."

"That's it." Cole decided and stood up. "And therefore I'll invite you for breakfast, because I'm not keen on Cornflakes."

Amy gave him a sceptical look. "And Prue?"

Cole grinned. "She is sleeping in Danny's room very peacefully." He explained. "We'll be back until she'll wake up again."

Amy nodded. "Yes, Prue really needs some sleep, she didn't sleep very much the last nights, first her illness and then she was worried about you." Amy thought and followed Cole to the door. "But we can take something delicious along for her." she suggested.

Soon later, they were sitting in a cosy cafe in the center. The room was decorated with loving care and flowers were standing on every table. The cosy atmosphere was liven up with a quiet music and the windows invited the guests to watch the people passing by.

A waitress gave Cole and Amy a warm welcome and wrote down their offer. Soon later the breakfast was standing in front of them.

Amy looked after the waitress and tried her pan cake. "Mm." she said sceptically. "My pan cakes are better."

"Really?" Cole looked at her in surprise. "Well I like it."

"I can understand it very well, finally you didn't eat anything for more than two days." Amy explained and tried a little bit of his scrambled eggs. "Too much salt." she informed him and looked around. "I'm surprised that here are so many people."

Cole grinned. "Obviously, they aren't as demanding as you are."

"I'm not overly critical. I'm just able to appreciate good food." She explained obstinately and started to eat her donut. "Well there is much too less marmalade in it."

Cole shook his head in amusement. "You should open your own cafe, if you think you are able to do it better." He suggested.

Amy looked at him in surprise. "Yes, probably I should do it. I'll manage to prepare better food, no problem." she explained and cast a look on the menu. "And they even have steep prices."

"Then do it. I'm sure your father will lend you the start-up capital." Cole said, while he enjoyed his breakfast.

Amy looked at him sceptically. "Well, I don't know." She answered thoughtfully. "I'm sure, he'd do it, but..."

Cole looked at her asking. "What have you got against him?" he wanted to know.

Amy shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. He isn't unfriendly, or anything like that." she tried to explain. "But he is very reserved. And I always thought, that he didn't know what to do with me. We have nothing in common and he just wasn't a real father for me."

Cole nodded and seized the opportunity to ask Amy. "What did your mother tell you about your biological father?"

"Nothing." Amy said with a sad smile. "She always stopped it immediately, when I wanted to talk about him. I couldn't understand her and we had quarrels rather often."

"So she didn't tell you anything about him?" Cole asked in surprise.

"No." Amy shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Therefore I dreamed up my own father." She explained grinning.

"Oh really? And what's he like?" Cole wanted to know.

Amy laughed. "Oh, he's a Russian spy." She said grinning. "He came to the USA to spy for the KGB. But then he fell in love with my mother. Of course he knew, that it was wrong, but he couldn't do anything against it." She explained with a beatific look. "Finally it really went against his conscience to pass on important information. And nevertheless the American secret service has found him and he had to escape into his home country."

Cole looked at her in amusement. "And why didn't he visit her ever again, why didn't he even write her?"

"Well it wasn't allowed. It was too dangerous for him. And he didn't want to put mom's life at risk." Amy explained. "And he even didn't know anything about me. And now he is still living in Moscow, thinking about my mother." She sighed. "It's sad, isn't it?"

Cole nodded "You said it." He answered with a smile, but he remembered inevitable, who Amy's real father was: Edward Wingrove. Well, in any case he wasn't a Russian agent.

"Of course I know, that it's just a fantasy." Amy added. "But it's better than the truth, I suppose. I don't want to believe that my father just ran away, when he heard that my mother is pregnant."

"Well, unfortunately you can't choose your parents." Cole explained laconically, while he put his breakfast into his mouth.

Amy looked at him thoughtfully and finally she seized the opportunity to ask him. "Cole, when this man has said, that you are a demon, what did he mean?"

"Exactly, what he said." Cole said and looked up determinedly. "My mother was a demon and that made me one, too."

"Oh, I see. And do you mean, you could kill someone like Adam without feeling anything? Amy asked and stared at him in disbelief.

"Yes, I could do it in former times. But I have changed, that's a thing of the past." He explained and added unmistakable. "Forever!"

Amy shook her head, she was confused. "But how could you do it, you have a heart!"

"I could suppress my human part completely and my demonical part didn't feel anything." Cole told her objectively. "But it's over, my demonical self is dead. You don't have to worry, believe me. Okay, once I've thought, that it would be easier for me to be good, if I didn't have any powers, but that was wrong. As long as they are my own powers, I can control them. It all depends on me. Now I have some powers, but they are not dangerous for anyone."

"I know. But nevertheless it's hard to understand." Amy looked at him searching, she just couldn't form a picture of Cole as an ice-cold killer.

Cole felt as if Amy could read him like a book and suddenly he remembered her strange power. "No, don't dare you." He said firmly and took the menu to hold it in front of his chest. "Don't tell me, that you can always make out, if someone is a bastard or a saint."

"No, unfortunately I can't." Amy said and laughed. "But you can take down the menu that doesn't help you."

Cole looked at her sceptically and put the menu back onto the table.

"But of course I can just come to my own conclusions." Amy explained still grinning, but then she was getting serious again. "But you have to tell me one thing, Cole. Did Adam's death mean anything to his murderer?"

Cole shook his head in regret. "No, Amy."

They finished their breakfast silently and after Cole had paid the bill, Amy leaded him to a bakery. She was convinced, that they could buy the best donuts there. Cole bought some for Prue and they walked back to the car.

"By the way, where is your car?" Amy wanted to know, when they arrived at Prue's car.

"It's still in the underground car-park of the office." Cole answered thoughtfully and tried to foresee the risk, if he'd take the car. Wingrove wasn't there and officially it was still his car. "I think we should go for it." He suggested and gave Amy the keys.

Amy sat down on the driver's seat and grinned. "Do you want to tell me, that the old Wingrove didn't fire you yet, although you didn't go to work for days?" She asked in surprise.

"No, what kind of a question is that? Finally I have won my first case and I deserve a few days off, don't I?" He asked with a satisfied grin.

"Of course you do. But if Mr. Wingrove doesn't see it the same way as we, I'd like to offer you a job as a waiter in my new cafe." She told him laughing.

Cole pulled a face. "No thank you very much!"

Soon later, they arrived in the street, where Mr. Wingrove's office was located. "You can let me out at the next crossing." Cole said, because he didn't want to expose Amy to any danger.

Amy nodded and looked around. "I can stop there." She said and stopped the car. "Do you think, Prue would mind, if I make a quick trip to my favorite place on my way home?" She asked carefully.

Cole shook his head. "No, I don't think so."

"Great!" Amy said in relief and gave him the bag with the donuts. "You shouldn't forget them."

Cole took the donuts and got off. He watched Amy disappearing, before he walked back. He looked at the office complex thoughtfully, but he couldn't imagine, that it would be dangerous to take the car out of the underground car park. As far as it was still standing there!

He crossed the street resolutely and walked to the next best side entrance of the building. He opened the door with his magnetic card and entered the building without any problems. He listened carefully and decided to take the stairs. As he had expected he didn't meet anyone on his way downstairs, nearly everybody preferred to use the elevator to get up and down.

When he arrived in the basement, he opened the door carefully and looked around. He found his car on the left, it was still standing on the parking lot, where he had parked it a few days ago. Cole walked to his car quickly and didn't hear any alarm, when he opened the door with his key. It was as silent as the grave in the big hall and Cole got into the car in relief. He put the donuts onto the seat next to him and just wanted to start the car, when he saw something in his rear-view mirror. Carefully he turned around and hid behind the back rest. Isabell Swallow and Edward Wingrove had just left the elevator and walked to their cars. So Wingrove was in town, Cole thought and watched them in the rear-view mirror. Isabell talked to Wingrove, who wanted to go away unhappily. But Isabell kept on at him. She bared his way and told him something, Wingrove didn't want to hear. He shook his head vehemently and finally he passed her to reach his car. Isabell looked after him angrily, before she rushed back to the elevator.

Cole waited until Wingrove was gone, then he started his car and left the building, too.