Chapter Fourteen
"Elliott, it's Heather Chapman. Are you coming to Paris this weekend? If you are, could I catch a ride with you?
Give me a call either way. I – I really need to speak to you."
Later that afternoon in Lance's country home near Versailles where the St. John's have been staying since bringing Collie over to school; Elliott, Spike and Mick are doing some investigating themselves.
"What do you think, Dad? Sounds pretty cryptic to me."
"You should call her back to let her know you're already here. And maybe she'll talk over the phone, although I doubt it. Invite her out to dinner tonight if she's in town."
"Yeah, for something healthier than grilled cheese sandwiches." Spike quips.
"Unhealthy for a blood drinker, 'Bro, but I actually thought it was tasty. And remember, she invited me."
Collie arrives in time to hear the last comment and asks her brother: "Who's going out for croques monsieur? You know they actually sound good to me, too. Is that even possible?"
"Hey, Collie flat-face. Good to see you." Elliott gives his sister a hug. "How's my Sorbonne Sister?"
"Hungry. And you didn't answer my question! Have you got a mystery girl on the side?"
"No mystery, Red. Heather Chapman wants to talk to me. I presume about you. You want to listen in when I call her back?"
"Absolutely not. Although she's not quite as crazy as Kara, I'll let you handle her. Oh, and if she says anything more about my being a Goddess, tell her to stuff it."
Her father smiles. "None of us are buying that, Collie Cat, except maybe your mother. But then she was always too softhearted for her own good. Oh, hello, Beth. Look who's home!"