On one side of the dirt road in front of the Grand House, the police car of the Barton Police Department and the limo of the Barton family were parked. The banshee Alice stood in front of the porch worriedly, watching Laura being led by the unsmiling housekeeper and sitting in Limo. After all, the surname is Barton, and girls are treated somewhat differently from ordinary people who are summoned.
Zach was fully dressed and put his arm around the Banshee's shoulders comfortingly: "Don't worry, she's just giving a confession."
The worry on Alice's face did not disappear, but became even heavier. The vampire took too long to revive. When she finally let Zach out of the basement, the police had already knocked on the door of the Grand House and accepted old Hank's unreasonable complaints. Therefore, the vampire has not had time to use the Charming Eye yet.
Laura didn't know what happened yet, so she sat back in the family car with a confused look on her face, and waved to Alice from behind the car window, telling her nervous friend not to worry.
As the two cars left, the Grand House returned to calm. Old Hank closed the door again and returned to his room with a cold face. Old Hank is not used to the life that has been interrupted recently by people coming to the Grand House.
He was not the only one who was uncomfortable with it. After the vampire calmed the banshee for a while, he did not return to the basement and continued to sleep. Being woken up twice today already made Zach feel irritable. It was estimated that Mrs. Barton's call was about to come, so the vampire went straight back to the office.
The account books of the Grande House were placed on the table, and Zach continued the work he had left the day before - incorporating the income from his 'side job' into the legal benefits of the Grande House.
He didn't wait long before the phone rang. Zach took a few deep breaths to clear his groggy head and answered the phone.
"Zachary Grande." Mrs. Barton called Zach by his full name.
"It's me, Mrs. Barton." Even though they were not face to face, Zach still smiled respectfully and made his voice sound calmer.
"Do I need to worry?" On the other side of the receiver, Mrs. Barton's voice was equally calm.
"Is Madam involved in the disappearance of Connor Herman?" Zach was fiddling with the check given by Mrs. Barton in his hand: "I heard from Alice, Kyle is being grounded."
There was silence on the other side of the receiver for a while, "Yes, Kyle has not left home since Friday and has now left Barton."
"Then, I think Madam has nothing to worry about." Zach put down the check, still smiling.
"Okay. But I should warn you."
"What, ma'am?" Zach heard a trace of amusement in the other person's tone.
"I think that old guy Herman recommended your Grand House." Mrs. Barton said with a smile: "You should think of this as 'customer after-sales service'."
Zach raised his eyebrows. It was normal for Mrs. Barton to be worried. After all, in the 'plan' he forged by imitating Kyle's handwriting, Connor's name was the protagonist.
"Then, I would like to thank Mrs. Barton for the recommendation." Zach's slightly curved eyes flashed, and he was thinking, maybe this is just right, and it's time to give James Lance a push.
"Haha, no need." Mrs. Barton smiled on the receiver: "Herman is not as generous as he seems. Well, I wish you good luck."
The phone was hung up, Zach closed the open account book and took back the drawer. After thinking for a while, I picked up the phone again and called the 'Moulin' which was still under renovation.
Yes, the hungry vampire is not ready to stay in the Grand House for another day. Two days and one night of dieting is his limit. Zach was going to hang out for a while and miss Benjamin's transformation. Therefore, he wanted to recall Madison, who was watching in the mill, to temporarily take care of the closed Grand House.
After explaining the affairs and putting down the phone, a new call came.
"Grand Funeral Home?" An obviously impatient man's voice came from the receiver.
"Yes. This is Zachary Grande, how can I help you?" Zach responded.
"You know who I am! Herman! Barton recommended you!" The person on the other end of the receiver seemed to have a bad temper: "Is this your work phone? What kind of secret detective organization would use a work phone to discuss things! Button Is the old woman playing with me?!"
Zach opened his mouth and smiled helplessly, not prepared to give any explanation: "Mr. Herman, what do you need us to do?"
"What?! You don't know?! Barton didn't follow you?! Well, I shouldn't have made this fucking call!"
"Wait! Mr. Herman!" Zach stopped the angry caller: "I know that Mrs. Barton has briefly described what happened." Obviously, Zach was lying, "Because Master Connor’s disappearance?”
"Since you know! Then why are you asking!" The person on the other side of the receiver was very irritable, but it was understandable. Did I mention that William Holman had his only son, Connor, when he was fifty? Uh, no? Then make up for it now.
"Mr. Herman, I think you didn't understand what I meant." Zach thought about the words. Now seemed not a good time to tell the angry and anxious father directly that his son was dead: "I I want to ask, why are you looking for us, sir? Do you want to find Connor? Or do you want to punish the person who committed the crime? "
The voice on the other side of the receiver was elongated. It seemed that the other party was also surprised that the conversation with the Grand House was going so fast. At least according to Herman's understanding, the other party should ask for more detailed clues to determine whether to take over. Right: "Well. Of course the most important thing is to find my Connor! I still don't know that that bitch kidnapped my Connor! I haven't received any blackmail..."
"Mr. Herman!" Zach interrupted the man who was uttering a lot of meaningless words in one breath: "I just need to know what you want us to do. Now that I know, in two hours, I will talk to you If you get in touch again, please tell me your contact information.”
"Okay! It doesn't matter! I don't have any hope for you anyway!***"
Zach wrote down his phone number and address on the note, said goodbye politely, and hung up the phone.
"Ryan, Ryan!" the vampire shouted the Earthbinder's name.
At dusk, in the dim office, Ryan condensed in the air like mist. He hugged his shoulders and said with a cold translucent face: "Why don't you tell my father that I am dead, and then let you deal with those hunters!"
"Your father?" Zach smiled and looked at the Earthbinder in front of him with a joking expression, "You adapted to your new identity unexpectedly quickly."
"Look at me!" Ryan waved his hand directly: "After my body is burned, Connor is the only thing I have! I am Connor!"
This is the truth, Ryan has no relationship with the former 'Ryan Hayate', which is why his undead appears in the form of Connor.
"Step by step, Ryan." Zach shook his head. This was an unfortunate child, and Zach didn't want to provoke him more: "On the other hand, are you really ready to take revenge on the brother you once admired?"
Ryan had a cold face and said nothing.
"Like me, step by step." Zach smiled: "Now, I need you to remember carefully."
Zach leaned back in his chair. In two hours, he had enough time. Zach's lips opened and closed: "Where were you? When you burned."
Finding Connor was what William Herman was asking for, wasn't it? Even if it was already a charred corpse.