TPASD 34
"We have a slight problem." Philip hissed to Henry, Shaan beside him handed Henry a manilla envelope. "Ramos has left the country."
"Shit." Henry replied, trying to school his angry features as not to alert Alex, just yet. No one else was aware, but the three of them, that Shaan and Philip had sought out intel from an MI6 agent they knew who was in San Diego attached to the CIA.
"Hatley seemed to think he had headed south to Mexico." Shaan added, glancing at his wife. He had not even informed Zahra where he was going, and she had pointedly asked. He had explained to her that he could not divulge that information, but that somehow angered her, and she had gone on a hormonal tirade about how honesty and trust were important in a marriage. Foolishly, he had parroted her words back to her, and she had been giving him the cold shoulder since.
"He'll meet us in the lobby in three hours, with more intel." Philip elaborated. "Has anyone made contact with the authorities here regarding the legal proceedings against Ramos. Oscar mentioned they would be making contact with the authorities today.
"On hold." Henry murmured softly. "Zahra was sure you two were up to something. He wants me to be here with him. June offered for her and Nora to take Gabriella out for the afternoon. Alex doesn't want her here when he speaks with the police."
"That's commendable." Philip replied in barely a whisper. "I wouldn't want my boys to know either. Even if she is only a baby, babies pick up on the stress in the room."
"You actually know something about babies, Philip. I am impressed." Henry quipped, jabbing his brother in the arm.
"I heard mum tell Maz once." Philip replied, somewhat flippantly. "It's mum, I figured she knew what she was talking about."
"She usually does." Henry agreed, but his eyes and attention were focused on Alex's.
Alex was focused wholly on Gabriella, doing her daily therapies, whilst chatting to Raf and Oscar in a mixed kind of Spanglish about some politician they all knew who was, from what Henry could deduce, a twat. Then Raf was on the floor with Alex, Oscar had scooped Gabriella up from Alex and they'd scooted against the wall. The conversation appeared to turn serious between them. It was low, spoken softly, with the occasional hiss of the Spanish word, Mierda! Which Henry worked out within the first week of knowing Alex meant, 'Shit!'
Henry wanted to chide himself. He knew it was irrational of him to feel jealous at the sight of Alex and Rafael together, sitting and talking. He had believed Alex when he said there was nothing but friendship between them. Yet here sat this man, this good-looking man. Henry has eyes, he is incredibly sexy, and definitely as alluring as Alex is himself. They have a whole history together. They know some of the same people. They speak the same language.
There's this light behind Alex's eyes when he talks to, or about the former Senator from Colorado.
He could feel a dark mood creeping in and he tried as hard as possible to shut it out. From past experience he had learnt that it was best to shut it out, or it would take over and he'd have a dark day or two. Alex was yet to 'live' with him during a dark day and he was positive that Alex wasn't going to like it.
Maybe Alex doesn't like you. His subconscious happily supplied for him, taking a perverse pleasure in the pain in the pit of his stomach and the gaping wound in his heart at the thought.
He's just using you for free babysitting care for his daughter. Gabriella doesn't even love you. Henry realised he should have known that his subconscious would try to sabotage his relationship with Alex. he was surprised it took this long. But that dark thought was almost laughable. Gabriella loved him, of that he was certain.
Maybe he is only with you because you're a prince. Even though his rational side of his brain knew that this was the dark mood, Henry couldn't seem to shut it off.
Laughter rang through the room, short-circuiting his brain, momentarily. It was Alex's. Not his public laugh, but his private one. The one he had for Henry, and maybe just June and Nora. Looking over, he saw Nora had joined them, and was sitting on the other side of Alex.
Great, another ex of Alex's. Now we just need Liam to arrive, and we can start a club. But if Erica shows up, we're going to have a bigger problem than the problem of you. Henry shook his head harshly, he wanted to shut his brain off, but he couldn't.
Shaan looked over, concerned at the look on Henry's face. He scanned the room for any threats.
Oscar was feeding Gabriella whilst brainstorming with June and Leo. They were talking about June's contacts within the media and if it was an impossible feat could shine a negative light on Miguel's behaviour, whilst not interfering with a potentially on-going police investigation.
Zahra and Ellen were talking in low, hushed tones, hovering over Zahra's laptop that Shaan would never be looking at. Alex had sent her the drive which had all of his 'evidence' to sift through and see what would stand up in a court of law here. Hearing about what had happened to Alex had sent him into a cold sweat, he didn't need to see the evidence too.
Alex was with Rafael and Nora, talking about something in Spanish. Shaan spoke some Spanish, enough to follow a conversation and somewhat cobble together a reply. His in-laws sometimes spoke Spanish when they didn't want him to know what they were saying to Zahra, and he had learnt Spanish, just to spite them. It sounded as if they were trying to distract Alex from his anxieties. They were reminiscing about an election campaign, trying to make him remember something happy instead.
Philip too, was focused on his brother and Shaan gave the crown prince and heir to the throne a small sigh.
Instantly, Alex's head snapped up and made eye contact with Henry and Shaan. "Hen?" Alex called out softly, muttering an apology to Nora and Raf, before rising to his feet and coming over. "Baby?"
Alex clocked the dark mood, immediately. Henry kept his eyes casted downwards and no matter how much he begged his brain, he couldn't formulate, let alone articulate a reply. Alex laced his fingers in between Henry's and gave them a little squeeze.
Shaan dug into his pocket and pulled out a small white bottle of tablets. Alex held his hand out for the tablet with one hand and with his other, he curled Henry into his chest. "Come on, Sweetheart." Alex murmured, with all of his focus and attention on Henry. "Squeeze once for going and laying down, or twice for fresh air."
One squeeze, and without a word, Alex had Henry out of the meeting room and back into their apartment. Followed at a distance by Shaan, and an extremely concerned Philip.
Philip wanted to ask Alex how he knew but didn't. Philip wanted to shake Shaan and ask what the medication was that he and Alex were going to drug his brother with. But he didn't. Philip wanted to know what was happening to him. But he didn't. Instead, he watched closely as Alex, who had clocked the change in Henry almost from the start and from across the room, and Shaan took care of Henry. Following them into the apartment that Henry, Alex and Gabriella were sharing, Philip was unsure of what he could do. He felt out of place and out of sorts and he hadn't felt like this since he was a small boy.
Shaan fetched a glass of water and Alex held the tablet out for Henry to take. A nudge from Shaan and Henry was swallowing down the tablet. As soon as that was done, Shaan was following closely behind as Alex led him into the bathroom.
"Alex, he doesn't -" The words were lost on Shaan's lips when he realised what Alex was making Henry do. He was making Henry take care of his most basic bodily needs to ensure proper rest.
Shaan stood back beside Philip and watched as Alex managed to get Henry to brush his teeth, before Alex closed the door and had Henry use the toilet and wash his hands. Finding a spare tee, he stripped Henry down behind the closed doors, and when Henry came out, he immediately sat dejectedly on the side of the bed he had been using.
Shaan handed Alex a pair of Henry's sleep pants that were on the end of the bed and Alex bent down, helping Henry into them. Helping Henry into bed, Alex didn't even have to look at Shaan before the equerry had the blind down and the drapes drawn while Alex turned down the bed and urged Henry to crawl inside.
"Can I touch you, Hen?" Alex whispered. "Squeeze once for No, twice for yes."
One squeeze. Another squeeze. "Well done, baby." Alex whispered, touching Henry's hip as he leaned over and fluffed the pillow behind him. "The same as before, once for no, twice for yes. Do you need me to stay?"
One squeeze.
Henry was being pulled under by the relaxative Henry had been given. Alex's stroking gesture was meant to convey his love through touch, but it was lulling him to sleep.
"What was that?" Philip hissed in a small voice to Henry's equerry and Alex, as soon as the bedroom door was closed over. "That was… I have never seen Henry like that."
"With good reason, Sir." Shaan replied, coolly. Philip was immediately hit with a pang of guilt for his past transgressions. "Usually, Henry will wake feeling like this, unless he feels triggered."
Alex and Shaan share a look, and Alex lets himself deflate. "Me." Alex replied, downing some water and heading to the kitchen for coffee. "Me, this whole situation." Alex let out in muted anger. "I am surprised it has taken this long."
"Stop that, Alex." Shaan interjected, ushering him into a seat and resumed making a cup of coffee for Alex. "You know better than that. Since you and Gabriella have been in his life constantly, he has had fewer dark days than before. I am not saying you are a cure because nothing and no one is a cure for Henry. But you both are good for him; you make him happy. This is not your fault any more than it is mine, or Philip's or even Henry's."
"It's a chemical imbalance in his brain, I know." Alex sighed. "He just… He doesn't deserve to have to deal with this. He is a good man. It's unfair. I just want to take all of his pain away."
"That's admirable, Alex." Shaan replied, placing the coffee in front of him. Looking at Philip, Shaan pointed to the chair next to Alex, turning around to make some tea. "We all want to do that for the people we love; take away their pain. Unfortunately, it is simply not possible. So, all we have to do is be here and wait it out."
Alex risked a glance at Henry's brother. "Philip, you … are you ok, man? You're not looking too good."
Alex was right of that, he was sure. He didn't feel ok, in fact, he felt so far removed from it. He could only remember two other instances of feeling helpless like this. When Arthur was sick with cancer and dying, and when Martha was giving birth to Arthur. By the time James was born, Philip knew what to expect.
"What … ?" Philip asked, as Shaan gave him some Earl Grey tea. "That was a strange sort of panic attack."
"That was what we call a dark episode." Shaan replied. "You did really well, Alex. You gave him options and asked for consent, but you were firm with him around basic human needs."
"Is that to do with his grief?" Philip asked. His tone was soft and genuine, and Alex couldn't help but feel sorry for Philip. He was scared and confused at what was happening, while Alex and Shaan were telling him it was normal.
"It's his anxiety and depression." Alex replied, rubbing at his face.
"And the medication?" Philip asked.
"It's a relaxation aid prescribed by his psychiatrist." Shaan explained to Philip. "Myself, Alex, and Mr. Okonjo all carry them, as well as Henry himself. They are to only be used when an episode takes him like this. He also takes daily medication for his depression and anxiety."
"The medication, it's a kind of break glass in case of an emergency." Alex explained to Philip.
Philip sat with that thought for a moment. He had known Henry longer than both of these two men put together, but they know him in a way that Philip doesn't. In a way that Philip has never really taken the time to try to. He felt a pang of remorse in his chest, at the fact that he had done his brother such an injustice, by taking what their grandmother always told him at face value. That he had never tried to talk to Henry. When Catherine had re-emerged from the veil of her grief, he hadn't tried harder. Even at his mother and wife's insistence.
He should have listened. He should have tried harder. He should have made more of an effort. Not just with Henry. With everyone.
As Alex rests his head in his hands, clearly visibly worried about Henry, Philip takes stock of the man beside him. Alex is actually fitter than he appears to be. Now Philip is up close, he notices it in a way he had never really noticed before. Sure, yesterday at the pool, Philip saw him shirtless, but didn't take any notice. He doesn't notice men like that. But Alex is visibly buff, and momentarily he fears that if it came to blows in Henry's defence, he would not be able to take Alex on. Alex would snap him like a twig.
He notices that Alex drinks his coffee black, and from what he could see nothing else in it, except a hint of cinnamon, which he can smell from where he is sitting beside the man. He sees how Alex looks at his brother, like he created the whole world just for the three of them. He is a good father. Admittedly, much better than he is with his own boys.
Philip pondered what kind of Uncle Alex will make to his sons and whether or not he, and ultimately Henry, will somehow have another child. Either by adoption or surrogacy. He is good with his daughter. He obviously cares about her very deeply. Philip felt a small gush of shame rush through him, before a side of guilt took its place. He could imagine the pain and heartache of what Alex had already endured in his life. Being sexually assaulted at seventeen. Moving countries at eighteen. Having a sick and premature child, eleven weeks only. Losing his fiancée in a tragic car accident. Finding out after the fact that his fiancée was unfaithful and had an affair with her boss. The widow of his fiancée's boss, attempting to sue him for custody of his child. Watching his daughter fight for survival. Being fired from his job for stepping up and being a father in the wake of his fiancée's untimely death.
On the flip side, after a long discussion with his mother, Philip looked at the changes in Alex's life. He had met Percy because of the widow's actions. Percy and Henry had gotten Catherine involved in the fight. Percy had wanted to pay his respects to the fiancée and went to her funeral and Henry and Catherine accompanied him. Henry met Alex. Henry accompanied Catherine on the tour of the NICU. Catherine deliberately chose that hospital and that NICU, hoping she would see Alex. Hoping Henry would see Alex again. Alex and Henry became friends. Alex went to work for Percy. Somewhere along the way, Henry became a trusted friend to care for Gabriella in his absence. They were close. Now they're closer.
Alex is strong, Philip realised. He wasn't sure he could survive all of that if it had been him in Alex's shoes. Martha threatening to leave him and take the boys had been the pinnacle of his heartache and he had felt like he was dying at the time.
Arthur once told Philip it would take a special person to love Henry in all of the ways he deserved. In that moment, sitting beside Alex and seeing him worried about Henry like this, he realised Alex is that person.
Sometimes, Philip thinks their father knew Henry better than he knows himself. Better than anyone else ever will, except perhaps Alex. Their father, Arthur and Henry were close. Closer than what he and Bea ever were and he was not a half-assed parent. He was active in their lives, and he was around regularly. He loved being a father and was very hands on. Perhaps Arthur saw something in Henry that he also saw in himself. Of course, when Arthur passed, it never bothered Philip much. It has only been since he became a father himself that it has begun to bother Philip. He wonders if that's why he has been so harsh with Henry.
Either way, witnessing this depressive episode take Henry has been an enlightening experience. A reality check. He needs to do better, be better. Not just with Henry. But with Bea. With Martha and the boys. His mother. Alex and Gabriella. He really needs to start putting his words into actions to show the people closest to him that he is capable of change. Change for the better.
Henry stirred sometime later. He still felt numb and dark. His head was in a fog. His eyelids felt like dead weight. His body felt heavy. Sinking back into the mattress, it was too hard to lift his body.
"Shh, you're ok, Henry." Philip whispered into the dark, sensing the change in both Henry's breathing pattern and relaxed state. "Alex has just gone to feed your baby. He promised he was going to come right back. I asked if I could sit with you. I didn't want you to be alone."
Henry was wondering what the hell of a weird dimension he had woken up in. His brother Philip was not only understanding of his depression; but he was kind and caring. He called Gabriella 'yours', implying he believed she was Henry's too. What kind of weirdness is this?
Peeking one eye open, it was a lot of effort, but Henry needed to confirm Philip was really there and his voice wasn't a medically induced hallucination. That Philip had not been replaced by some kind of a robot or drone. However no, it was real. Philip was Philip and he was laying on Alex's side of the bed beside him.
"Gab ..?" Henry tried to speak; he really did. But it was too much all at once.
"She's ok, Henry." Philip let out a soft chuckle. "Typical father behaviour, always worrying about your kid. I guess it goes double when you've got a little girl, hey? Alex said she was … Some Spanish word. She was with Oscar though, so whatever that word is."
Philip had been sitting beside Henry in the dark, texting with Martha and his phone on silent for almost twenty minutes when Henry woke. He didn't say much, or do much, or really recognise he was there. But Philip didn't miss the small flicker in his eyes when he referred to Gabriella as their child.
"Shaan went with Lachlan, Madden and Fredricks to meet with Hatley in the foyer." Philip whispered softly, updating him on what he missed. "Alex knows we're up to something, but I didn't tell him what yet. However, you will be happy to know that we have been playing nice. We've been getting to know one another a little."
There was that spark again. It was more like a twinkle. A flicker of something. Whatever it was, Philip liked seeing it on his brother's face.
Following Alex's lead with Henry from earlier in the day, Philip took one hand of Henry's in his. "One Squeeze for no, two for yes. Do you want me to get Alex for you?"
Philip waited with bated breath. One squeeze. Ok, no Alex. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief at the answer. It was dark and Henry couldn't see his face anyway, but still Henry had said no. "Gabriella needs Alex more."
He spoke, inside Philip was elated. He had managed a whole sentence, no longer monosyllabic.
Henry stirred sometime later. He still felt numb and dark. His head was in a fog. His eyelids felt like dead weight. His body felt heavy. Sinking back into the mattress, it was too hard to lift his body.
"Shh, you're ok, Henry." Philip whispered into the dark, sensing the change in both Henry's breathing pattern and relaxed state. "Alex has just gone to feed your baby. He promised he was going to come right back. I asked if I could sit with you. I didn't want you to be alone."
Henry was wondering what the hell of a weird dimension had he woken in. His brother Philip was not only being understanding of his depression; but he was kind and caring. He called Gabriella 'yours', implying he believed she was Henry's too. What kind of weirdness is this?
Peeking one eye opened, it was a lot of effort, but Henry wanted to confirm Philip was really there and this wasn't a medically induced hallucination. That Philip had not been replaced by some kind of a robot or drone. However, no. Philip was Philip, and he was laying on Alex's side of the bed beside him.
"Gab ..?" Henry tried to speak; he really did. But it was too much all at once.
"She's ok, Hen." Philip let out a soft chuckle. "Typical father behaviour, always worrying about your kid. I guess it goes double when you've got a little girl, hey? Alex said she was … Some Spanish word. She was with Oscar though, so whatever that word is."
Philip had been sitting beside Henry in the dark, texting with Martha and his phone on silent for almost twenty minutes when Henry woke. He didn't say much, or do much, or really recognise he was there. But Philip didn't miss the small flicker in his eyes when he referred to Gabriella as their child.
"Shaan went with Lachlan, Madden and Fredricks to meet with Hatley in the foyer." Philip whispered softly, updating him on what he missed. "Alex knows we're up to something, but I didn't tell him what yet. However, you will be happy to know that we have been playing nice. We've been getting to know one another a little."
There was that spark again. It was more like a twinkle. A flicker of something. Whatever it was, Philip liked seeing it on his brother's face.
Following Alex's lead with Henry from earlier in the day, Philip took one hand of Henry's in his. "One Squeeze for no, two for yes. Do you want me to get Alex for you?"
Philip waited with bated breath. One squeeze. Ok, no Alex. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief at the answer. It was dark and Henry couldn't see his face anyway, but still Henry had said no. "Gabriella needs Alex more."
He spoke, inside Philip was elated. He had managed a whole sentence, no longer monosyllabic.
Witnessing this depressive episode take Henry has been an enlightening and informative experience for Philip. A reality check, really. He wants to; no needs to do better. Not just with Henry. But with Bea. With Martha and the boys. His mother. Alex and Gabriella. He really needs to start putting his words into actions to show the people closest to him that he is capable of change. Change for the better.
Hatley called Shaan and asked to have more time, until the following morning and Shaan agreed. He returned from meeting Hatley with a stack of files; a parting gift from the MI6 agent attached to the CIA. Lachlan, Madden and Fredericks; the PPOs, trailing in tow, wondering why it took three PPOs for Shaan to meet with this man alone. But Hatley seemed relieved that they were taking secure precautions.
The files Hatley had given Shaan was everything that he could dig up on both Miguel Ramos and Rodriguez Martino, his uncle who had been one of the main donors on the Diaz campaign. Zahra's suggestion of holding off from contacting the authorities seemed to be the right call, as Hatley's intel informed them that Miguel Ramos was not in the United States currently.
He had covered his tracks well, working remotely. Politico seemed to believe that he was on holidays in the United Kingdom, or at least that was where Miguel informed his superiors he was. When in fact, Hatley had discovered through his clandestine research at the CIA Office in West Hollywood, he was in Tijuana, Mexico.
But with the CIA, you never can tell.
"He is hiding in Mexico because he knows what's coming and the coward knows he can't be extradited to America to face charges." Leo seethed, reading over the page that Shaan handed him.
Shaan was very cautious with the files Hatley had given him. He was sure never to let them out of his sight.
Philip had another in his hand, a pen tucked behind his ear and a highlighter in his hand furiously annotating the file. Something he had not had the pleasure of doing since he left St. Andrew University, before joining the military all those years ago.
"You said he was a donor to your campaign, right?" Philip asked Oscar, looking up from the file that at this point was more fluorescent yellow than the white paper. "But when you kicked Miguel off the campaign, Martino left of his own accord?"
"My hands were tied." Oscar mumbled, feeling Ellen's harsh glare on him. "I had legal obligations to fulfil. An oversight on my part meant there was no clause in which I could kick him off the campaign for poor behaviour."
"Oh Oscar, por lo general eres más listo que eso." Raf chastised him, giving the father a disappointed glare. ("Oh Oscar, you're usually smarter than that.")
June and Nora had taken Gabriella out for the afternoon, mostly the girls had wanted to go to the mall. Then planned to return and spend some time with their niece by the pool.
Alex had been trying really hard not to pace and worry about his daughter with June and Nora. Philip can see it written on the young father's face. This was the first time that Gabriella had been babysat, that wasn't because he had work. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself or how he felt about that.
"Alex?" Philip interjected, while Oscar and Raf bickered in Spanish behind him. "Do you trust your sister?"
The question caught Alex off guard, and he wondered why Philip was asking such an asinine question. "What the hell? Of course, I do."
"Then you need to trust that Gabriella will be ok with June." Philip advised him from one parent to another. "I get that it's hard, mate. Hard to trust someone that isn't you or Henry to look after her. But you need to take that leap of faith on her and if you trust your sister, it seems like she's a safe bet. I am sure she will call you for advice, if she needs help. You trust your parents, right? It's the same thing. June will be ok with her. It's only for a few hours, take a breath."
Henry had slipped into the room. He had been out of it an entire day and while he still didn't have a fully charged social battery, he was rested enough to make it through the couple of short hours left of the day. He was surprised to see this new version of his brother giving Alex parenting advice.
Alex let out a breath and sighed, telling Philip in a low voice that he was right, and Henry pinched himself, thinking he might be still dreaming.
He had been hoping to be useful, feeling guilty that this episode had taken him now.
"Hey Mijo, you're looking a lot better." Oscar said softly, as he handed Henry a mug of earl grey tea that Alex's father had lovingly made him when he had noticed the young prince had first entered the meeting room. "Welcome back."
Henry felt like he could cry. One, he was sure that Alex's family would have been upset that this had happened, right in the middle of trying to help Alex. He was sure that the Claremont-Diaz family would see this as a mark against him because he wasn't here for Alex when he needed him to be. But they didn't.
Two, (and perhaps the more emotionally charged reason of the two reasons was) Oscar had called him "Mijo." Mijo was what he called Alex. Henry knew enough Spanish to know that Mijo meant son, in Spanish.
"Ah, yes." Henry replied, thanking him for the mug of tea.
Shaan looked up and saw that Henry was back with them, asking him silently if he was ok. Henry gave him a small tightening of Henry's lips and jutted out his chin, just so.
Joining Philip and Alex, Henry sidled up beside Alex where Philip was still talking Alex down from his worried father's ledge. Henry felt his heart expand seeing Philip make an effort with Alex too. Perhaps after all of this time, Philip was genuinely making an effort to follow through on his promises that he had changed and was promising to stay changed.
Alex acknowledged Henry's presence beside him by putting his arm around Henry and kissing his temple, without a word. Giving Alex a squeeze in return, Henry made his way over to where Ellen and Leo were sitting with Zahra going through more of the intelligence that Hatley had provided them with.
"Hatley came through for us, hey?" Henry asked, as Leo nudged an unopened water bottle at him with a wink and wordlessly handed him a folder to read through.
"He sure did, Sugar." Ellen murmured, kissing the crown of Henry's head as she walked past him in search of more coffee. Her concern for Henry etched onto her face as Henry looked up at her, "You ok now, darlin'?"
Henry nodded; a knot had formed in his throat. Alex's parents cared about him. They cared that he was ok. That he had enough rest. They weren't mad at him for taking some time to himself.
"Espero que ahora te sientas mejor, chico. Alejandro nunca lo admitiría, pero se ha estado preocupando por ti." Rafael whispered to Henry, as he leaned over Henry's shoulder to reach for the folder that he had been searching for, and his coffee mug. ("Hope you're feeling better now, kid. Alejandro would never admit it, but he has been worrying about you.") "Tranquilo, Enrique." ("Take it easy, Henry.")
People weren't mad at Henry. They weren't angry. They weren't belittling him and calling him names. They only cared that he was ok.
This was a new experience for Henry. The former Queen, his grandmother had always made it seem like Henry having a depressive episode was an inconvenience to her and unacceptable in the eyes of the people.
Everyone in this room was nothing but supportive to him.
Sipping his tea as he scanned the file in front of him, Henry almost dropped his mug, as he reread what he had just read. "Miguel crossed the US-Mexico border two days ago. He is in the US." Henry announced, and you could have heard a pin drop. "He got caught going through a red light on the corner of the Pacific Highway and West Broadway two days ago."
"That's only two blocks from here." Oscar replied, feeling an uneasy feeling wash over him.
Then pandemonium broke loose around the room, but Henry let his attention narrow in on his equerry, as Shaan scrambled for his cellphone, which was pulled into the charger on the far wall.
Dialing Hatley, Shaan didn't wait to offer the man a greeting. "We've found him, how soon can you get back here?"
