Chapter 3
Summary: A look at his particular pitched war ...
Chapter Text
It´s six in the morning on a bright and luminous Saturday. Silence on the outside. Inside, unfortunately, a pitched battle. Although despite the age of the children (18 months), they have them sleeping in a separate room "so they can get used to sleeping alone", Julian has decided that he likes little Richard's little bed more, and this one (grumpy like his father) has disagreed very seriously with him, causing Richard and Camille to run to the room, finding Julian crying trying to occupy his brother's bed, without little Richard allowing it anyway possible, causing him to cry, yes, but because they do not let him sleep.
´Worthy son of mine´ thinks Richard ´Get used to it, this is nothing for what awaits you on this island´
´Richard, take Julian and try to reassure him!´ Camille urges him, seeing him as a statue standing on the site.
Finally he reacts.
´Yes, of course. Come here, honey. Stop crying´ he says as he takes the child in his arms. Camille is already reassuring the other brother.
And they are only eighteen months old. After half an hour, both children are calm and almost asleep. Although they have to wait a little longer to at least lie down and rest a little more before finally getting up.
´We should lock them on bars,´ says Richard. ´I remember those glorious days when I just had to deal with a silent lizard´
´Don't say that! It's outrageous,´ protests Camille.
´I know, of course, but if they start behaving like that at that age, I don't even want to think about what my life will be like (he looks her and corrects himself), our life will be when they are older. Do you know that Julian is nailed to you, Camille? It is too restless, it brings poor Richard down the street of bitterness.´
´It´s possible´ Camille answers, getting even closer to him. ´But it turns out that your little Richard can't live without his brother,´ and as she gently runs his hand over his chest ´like his father can't live without his free spirit, right?´
´You caught me´ Richard sighs.
After all, they have nothing better to do at the moment.
The whole family is already up, it is nine in the morning. The children have already had breakfast and are playing with each other as if nothing had happened.
Fidel calls by phone.
´Ah, good morning, Fidel! Anything new?´ Richard asks as he is sipping his tea.
´Yes, although I am not sure that it´s important´ clarifies Fidel. ´We´ve spoken to the neighbors who were in their homes at the time of the raid. Virtually no one has seen or heard anything.´
´I understand we don't have anything yet´ Richard observed.
´Well, you know what the people are like. They don't seem to know anything about the event itself ... but they all agree on something. It's about the Stephen, they don't have much to do with them, and you know what the people from the island ... ´ Fidel continued.
´Yes, I know that very well. If they don't know your life and miracles, their life doesn't seem to be complete,´ Richard said wryly.
´Yes, Chief.´ This time it was Dwayne who was talking ´but you have to understand that it works like this, here on the island. We are not really bad people, we only care about the safety of our neighbors. Do you have any idea how many lives the "snooping" neighbors have saved?´
´Oops, many!´ At Scotland Yard we have a division dedicated only to them.´ Richard answered (Camille looked at him strangely).´ Now I´ll tell you´ Richard clarifies in a low voice. He continued ´But let's get back to business. Do we have something specific?´
´Not yet. But let us find out more about those neighbors of yours, sir,´ replied Fidel.
´Agree!´ Richard replied. ´I'll wait for those reports and thanks!´ Richard finally said goodbye.
´What did they tell you?´ Camille asked. ´Nothing in particular´ Richard replied. ´But they'll keep investigating. The Scotland Yard thing was about the usefulness of snooping neighbors. What are those two doing now?´
´Oh, they are playing like always. It's funny, they can't be together or apart for long.´
´Like us, Camille, like us. Although in this case both situations are completely different.´ Richard observed.
´I have never doubted that´
Richard still didn't understand what Camille had seen in him.