Aagh! Stone jumped and his brush clattered onto the floor. I say, you scared the dickens out of me.
Connor didnt know which was more bizarre: a man who used the word dickens or a man in love with his own hairbrush. Wheres Corky Courrant?
Look what you made me do. Stone grabbed his brush off the floor and inspected it for damage. Dash it all, I could have scratched it.
Where the hell is Corky Courrant?
No need to use such coarse language. And I strongly suggest you put away that medieval monstrosity of a weapon. Stone turned toward the monitor where he could see his own image and ran the brush through his thick hair. I say, I do sorely miss the good old days. Regency England, dont you know? When genteel people behaved with proper etiquette and Ye bloody whoreson, tell me where Corky is!
Stone huffed. Miss Courrant is not here. Thank God. She wanted to sully this stage with an unsavory character.
The studio lights turned on.
Whats going on here? A bald-headed man stood by the studio door, his hand on the light switch. He eyed Connor suspiciously. Ive called security.
I am security, Connor replied. Wheres Corky Courrant?
The bald-headed man sighed. This is about that stupid interview with Casimir, isnt it? I told her it would cause trouble.
Unsavory character. Stone Cauffyn shuddered.
Connor gave the men an incredulous look. Hes a wee bit more than unsavory. Hes a bloody terrorist.
You think I dont know that? the bald-headed man asked. His pal Janow held people hostage in this studio. Thankfully some MacKay S and I guys showed up Hey, is that where you work?
Aye. Connor strode toward him. Where is Corky?
She threw a hissy fit when I said she couldnt interview Casimir here. I told her to take a few weeks off to cool down. Next thing I know, shes sending me a DVD of her interview From where? Connor interrupted.
Before the bald-headed man could answer, he was shoved farther into the room by Angus MacKay and three other Vamps who had attended Mass at Romatech. All four of them had their swords drawn.
Where is Casimir? Angus demanded.
I dont know. The bald-headed man nodded toward Phineas, Ian, and Jack. I remember you guys from the Janow incident. Youre from MacKay Security and Investigation.
Im Angus MacKay. And ye are?
Sylvester Bacchus, station manager.
Tell me. Angus stepped closer. Are ye aiding and abetting a known terrorist?
No! Sylvester ran a hand over his bald head, which was gleaming under the bright lights. I told Corky I didnt want any part of it. I sent her on vacation, but then she sent me the DVD From where? Connor asked again.
Sylvester shrugged. She didnt say. The package was postmarked California, a few days ago. Hollywood, I believe.
I say, what a fortuitous coincidence. Stone patted his hair as he regarded himself in the monitor. There was a report that someone spotted that unsavory character in Los Angeles.
Several nights ago, Connor muttered. Thats when the interview must have been recorded. Casimir could be anywhere by now.
The devil take it. Angus sheathed his sword.
Merda, Jack grumbled. I was hoping to kill him tonight.
Yeah, Phineas agreed. And the really shitty part is that bastards back in America.
Stone shuddered. Such coarse language. Thank God this isnt being broadcast to my listeners.
Sod off, Connor told him.