Chasing Rusty Parker Ch. 41
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chasing Rusty Parker is the sequel to my story Good Guys Don't Date Bad
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Chapter Forty-One Status
Quo
When Monday came around,
Rusty felt as rested as if he had spent the entire weekend at a spa or
something like that. He smiled as he recalled all the fun he'd had with his
baby dude, and most spa treatments surely didn't rival the stuff they had
pulled and pushed on each other. Yeah, life was pretty great. Adding that
his dad no longer truly cared about his pursuing basketball since that ship
had sailed, according to the same guy everything was pretty neat.
He whistled on his way home.
Despite not being a morning person, he had woken up early so he had enough time
to change into different clothes for classes. Also, the little walk from
Matty's dorm to the house he was sharing with his besties declared by his
baby dude the hottest guys on campus just served to put a little spring in
his step.
Jonathan was downstairs,
studying something on his phone, and there were already breakfast items on the
table. That guy was wasted for his major; he needed to become a chef in his own
right and turn into the most famous cooking dude in the universe.
"Hi, Johnny boy," he said
out loud, just in case that serious expression on Jonathan's face was because
Maddox was somehow hidden under the table, giving him a blowjob. Although he
had spent so much time fooling around with Matty, that naughty picture in his
head was enough to make him wince and walk stiffly, hoping that the Mighty Thor
would get the memo. Hot dudes indeed. None hotter than his baby dude, however.
Jonathan turned his head
and smiled. "Hi, Rusty."
"How come you're already
up?" Rusty picked a scone from the plate and sank his teeth into it. Hmm,
something wasn't quite right. "Did you change the recipe?" he asked. It wasn't
bad, but it wasn't Hamilton's on-brand superior cooking.
Jonathan laughed at that.
"I didn't bake them. I bought them yesterday from a pastry shop. Could you
tell, though?"
"Don't act so surprised.
You're using magic dust in your cooking, I'm sure. So, what's up?" He had to
live with the disappointment of not eating Jonathan's awesome scones, but some
regular stuff for a change.
"Mr. Preston summoned us,
I mean Connor and I, first thing this morning. So, I was just going over my
defense statement one last time."
"Wow, it sounds pretty
serious. How come Dex is not already up?"
"I advised against his
coming. I really don't want him and Connor to come to blows in the Dean of
Students' office."
"Connor's a sore loser
and a douchebag. He'd try to provoke Dex only to show
that our bestie's a meathead, ready to fight for a bit of beer. I mean, yeah,
he did it for beer, but still," Rusty added right away.
"Mr. Preston will have to
hear both sides of the story," Jonathan said. "And I believe Dex appreciates not having to wake up so early even if it's
Monday."
If only he could be a fly
on the wall to hear what that douchebag Connor had to say as means of
explaining why he took two students hostage for his evil scheming plans. The
proverbial light bulb popped in his mind. "Hey, you shouldn't go face the
wolves alone. I'm coming with you."
Jonathan seemed a bit
surprised. "Don't you have classes later?"
"Don't you?" Rusty shot
back. "Come on, mom, don't tell me you're ashamed of me and can't take me out
in public. I'm sure Connor's not going to go alone. He'll surely pack some
heat, and you need to be ready, Johnny boy."
"You've proven yourself
countless times, Rusty," Jonathan admitted. "And you might be right. Connor is
not the kind to give up so easily, and now the stakes are high. If Mr. Preston
believes him against us, Dex might get in hot water.
But if Mr. Preston believes us--"
"His little crusade might
come undone, and he'd have to send everyone home. And then, poor he will have
to find another strategy to satisfy his world domination ambitions."
Jonathan laughed but
offered Rusty his hand. "Welcome aboard, partner. Let's see what Mr. Preston
has to say about the Implacables, now that there are
witnesses to their wrongdoings."
***
Mr. Preston's office
wasn't the kind of place you wanted to visit as a student at Sunny Hill as a
general rule, although Rusty had seen its interior several times over the
years. On their way there, he had explained to Jonathan why he was such an
asset for the defense team, as someone who had confronted the Dean of Students
before. Confronted was, of course, a vile word to use, since Mr. Preston was a
kind man in his late fifties with a weakness for sob stories. He always wanted
to help the students in his care, and it must have been because of his natural
leniency that Connor had gotten under his skin so easily. When Rusty had ended
up in Mr. Preston's office due to now and then shenanigans, the Dean of
Students had always listened carefully to his promises that he wouldn't do it
again, hadn't known better, yada, yada, yada.
As the modest person that
he was, Mr. Preston didn't have a large office. His space was packed with small
gifts from students, as well as duplicates of awards and accolades won by the
alumni over the years in their careers, and those were quite a few despite the
school being so new. The Dean of Students took great pride in these
accomplishments of former students and used them as positive reinforcement for
the lost sheep visiting his office.
All things considered,
Mr. Preston's office wasn't a bad place to visit, but the idea of being
associated with some sort of misconduct requiring a duty call to the Dean of
Students was enough to scare people off. Not Rusty, though. Also, as he
informed Jonathan on their way there, Mr. Preston made a mean English breakfast
tea.
"There are like only
three other chairs in the room, so we need to get there first," Rusty explained
while rushing Jonathan toward the administrative building.
"Why is that important?"
Jonathan asked.
"Because the guys left
standing are going to look like the intruders. You know, the bad guys."
"We aren't the bad guys."
"Exactly. Also, I'm
telling this to you from the start, I'm going to let you do all the talking.
Today, I'm only the support character."
"That's very generous of
you, Rusty. Okay, I will do that. But I may need you from time to time to
confirm my recounting of the events."
"Will do, will do," Rusty
said, rightfully feeling full of importance in his newly assigned role.
Jonathan was a magnanimous boss, seeing how they were rushing now because he
had wasted precious time changing into more conservative clothes, apt for a
meeting of that magnitude with Mr. Preston and the leader of shitheads.
As the assistant to the
guy in charge, he hurried to hold the doors for Jonathan and follow him swiftly
as they climbed the stairs. There was no way they weren't first. Not even the
earliest of birds were that early.
And yet, as they were
invited to come in after Jonathan knocked briefly on the door, Rusty
experienced a feeling of disconcert of the sight of His Douchiness
Connor seated across from Mr. Preston, while Matty's roommate sat right behind
him. Wasn't he supposed to be one of the victims? Damn, he didn't like that at
all.
"Mr. Hamilton, we were
expecting you," Mr. Preston said in his usually jolly fashion, rising from his
chair to gesture toward the remaining empty chair in the room. He caressed his
salt and pepper moustache and blinked at Rusty through his thick glasses. "We
weren't expecting you, Mr. Parker, so I apologize that we will have you stand
throughout this little discussion. Long time, no see, right?"
Rusty smiled and
shrugged. "I've been a good boy lately."
"Yes, yes," Mr. Preston
said, moving his barrel-like body around with ease and fiddling with his tea
kettle. "Would you boys like some tea?"
"Yes, please," Jonathan
said smoothly, without sparing a glance for Connor, which was quite commendable
seeing how the S.H.I.T. leader was already shooting daggers at his soon-to-be
opponent.
Rusty stared at John,
trying to get a read on Matty's strange roommate, but the guy kept his back
straight, his shoulders level, and his eyes on his boss, without even
acknowledging his presence or Jonathan's. He was a statue. As if he weren't
weird enough as he was.
"Hmm," Jonathan murmured
appreciatively. "This is very good tea, Mr. Preston."
"Oh, thank you,
Jonathan." As was his usual manner, the Dean of Students had already forgotten
about formalities. Also, having his tea-making skills praised was his weak
spot, and Jonathan had picked that up as Rusty had explained things to him on
their way there. "Now, boys, what is this nonsense about broken doors and
hostages and whatnot?"
"They," Connor started
pointedly, "are blowing things out of proportion. And they," he enthused even
more, "broke into an official meeting of our organization--"
"Because you were holding
two students there against their will," Jonathan interrupted Connor, but again
without sparing him a glance. He was looking at Mr. Preston, still holding his
cup of tea with aristocratic grace.
"Who, exactly, were we
holding there against their will?" Connor asked, puffing out his chest, his
whole body turned toward Jonathan as if he was trying to pounce on him and rip
his throat out like a wild dog. "One of these so-called hostages is here with
me today." He gestured to his acolyte and John leaned forward a smidge, like a
dog just waiting for an order from his master to jump in and bite.
Rusty pursed his lips. To
counter John, they should have brought Zoey. So, that was the kind of play they
were putting on. Damn those assholes. And John was, suddenly, no longer a
hostage, but an enemy. The message the guy had sent Matty
would have come in handy now.
"I believe that we are
not in a court of law," Jonathan said, without losing his bearings for a
moment, "and that there's no need for putting witnesses on the stand. Of
course," he added, and only then moved his head to look at Connor, "if we ever
get to that, proper legal representation will be assured for the party I speak
for today."
Rusty would have loved to
applaud Maddox's better half. Connor lowered his gaze a smidge, a sign that he
understood the veiled threat and didn't have the guts to counterattack.
"Boys, boys," Mr. Preston
called for peace right away. "Why can't we all get along? I am sure that it was
all a big misunderstanding. A door can be repaired, right?"
Yeah, as he thought. For
the sake of peace, Mr. Preston would just love to see them kiss and make up.
"They should pay for it,"
Connor said, looking at the Dean of Students, in an effort to avoid staring at Jonathan.
He already leaned slightly to one side, as if he were afraid of sitting too
close to his adversary.
Like a cowardly dog. Rusty
shook his head. Mr. Preston must have noticed that because he latched on to him
right away. "What's your take on all this, Rusty?"
"He's not a neutral
bystander," Connor squeaked. "He was there, leading them--"
"May I speak freely, Mr.
Preston?" Rusty asked, feeling bold at being recognized as a party worth
listening to by the Dean of Students. Cutting off Connor felt good.
"Go ahead, my boy." Mr.
Preston leaned back in his chair and began playing with one of the buttons of
his vest, a sign that he was trying to appear most invested in settling this
squabble but also eager to be done with it.
"The way I see it," Rusty
explained, "we got a cry for help and we have the material proof of that,
too. We hurried to the place, and since Connor didn't seem to care to answer the
door, we assumed the worst. We had to force our way in, afraid as we were for
the wellbeing of our fellow students."
"That is not--" Connor
intervened.
"Not now, please, Mr.
Williams," the Dean of Students said, putting up one hand. "In this office,
people speak in turn, not one over the other."
That was encouraging. No
first-name basis for Connor at the moment. That meant that Mr. Preston really
wanted to hear them out.
"Had any harm come to the
two students by the time you got there?" Mr. Preston asked.
Rusty hesitated. "Not
physical. They just got a little spooked, since Connor and his... friends had
taken their phones."
Mr. Preston nodded
thoughtfully. "I see. Well, in that case, this is what I propose. You will
repair the door, Mr. Williams. And I don't want to hear of such petty conflicts
anymore. And Jonathan, I believe that it's good to have a student organization
caring for the lives of everyone on campus, as enthusiastic as they might get.
This is a minor trifle. Let's forget about it."
Rusty was just as
dumbfounded by that quick resolution as the others present. Jonathan even
turned in his chair and exchanged a glance with him.
"Is that all?" Connor
squealed again.
Mr. Preston put both of his
soft white hands up. "Why make it into something bigger than it is? It is just
a door. And no one was harmed."
"Mr. Preston, may I add
something?" Jonathan asked cautiously.
"Of course, Jonathan. But
please bear in mind that other students are in need of guidance and wasting our
entire day on this would not do."
"Certainly, I will be
mindful of that," Jonathan agreed. "However, it is not so easy to overlook Connor's
organization's behavior toward the students of Sunny Hill."
Mr. Preston gestured
again, as if he were starting to feel bothered by the whole thing. "You are
still young. You play pranks on each other. We have a local opera singer and a
boy dressed as a personage from a popular musical running around. Do I need to
say more?"
Damn. It looked like Mr.
Preston was quite in touch with the life on campus. Maybe he was even reading
Xpress. Although Matty as a cat boy wasn't exactly like a personage from the
popular musical Mr. Preston was talking about. That seemed hilarious, but Rusty
couldn't quite bring himself to laugh.
"Shake hands, make up.
Come on," Mr. Preston urged them and rose from his chair.
Jonathan and Connor
followed suit, both aware that the meeting was over. As affable as ever,
Jonathan offered his hand first.
"Very good," Mr. Preston
exclaimed and smacked his hands together, pleased with the outcome and the only
one in the room to be so. "Now, make sure I don't see you in my office again.
Unless you want to enjoy a cup of tea with me, of course."
After the door to the
Dean of Students' office closed, Rusty fell in step with Jonathan, his eyes on
the two scumbags walking rapidly in front of them. Connor turned on his heel
without breaking his stride. He pointed a finger at them menacingly. "This
isn't over, Hamilton."
"I have no idea what
that's supposed to mean," Jonathan replied, as smooth as he had been in Mr.
Preston's office.
"It means that I won't
give up on raising the morals of this community of students to the highest--"
"Oh, fuck off, Williams, Preston
can't hear you anymore," Rusty intervened. "And we're not buying your brand of
bullshit."
Connor turned his
attention to him, but just then he stumbled over something and his acolyte
promptly hurried to break his fall and catch him in his arms. "I'm watching you
all," he threatened after he straightened himself up and shook off John's,
apparently unwanted, attention.
He hurried down the
stairs with his partner in crime on his heels without another word.
"These dudes are so out
of whack," Rusty declared.
Jonathan stopped for a
moment and stared at their enemies' retreating backs. "Indeed. I'm sorry to
say, but despite his kind bedside manner, Mr. Preston doesn't seem to
understand that Connor crossed a line last Saturday."
"That's Preston for you,"
Rusty said with a shrug. "For him, all students are little angels. They never
mean to do any wrong."
Jonathan grinned and
nudged him playfully in the ribs. "So, how come the Dean of Students knows you
so well?"
"I'm a tea lover," Rusty
said with emphasis. "And that's the only explanation I'm going to give you."
***
We
are sorry to say this, but all is quiet on the Western front. If that reference
went over your heads, don't worry. We will spell it out for you, because this
is what we do when nothing worthy of our interest is going on.
The
great confrontation we were expecting with bated breath... proved fruitless. The
Dean of Students loves the campus status quo, and we're yet to decide if that's
a good or a bad thing.
Ah,
and Rusty Parker proved that he's the king for obvious reasons. He beat us at
our own game by showing off on the quad with his tutor hanging on his arm, just
to prove us wrong.
Ugh,
we hate slow days... Give us some sugar, Sunny Hill! We're dying here!
"So," Maddox began as
soon as he put his phone down, not before bringing everyone up to speed by
reading Xpress. "Preston chose peace over violence."
"He's ridiculously
tolerant," Kane commented with a grunt.
"I don't mind it that
badly," Dex said and shrugged. "I mean, my dads never heard from school before, and it would be
something to start giving them grief just as I'm about to finish my studies."
"Don't tell me you were
really worried," Kane retorted. "I mean, they would believe you over anyone
else in the world."
"It's true that I got a
little carried away," Dex admitted. "By the way,
Jonathan, thanks a lot, man. I wasn't crazy about seeing that douchebag
beer-hating asshole again from up close."
"Don't mention it,"
Jonathan said and waved. "While all seems good, I don't particularly like that
Mr. Preston thinks that Connor and his proselytes are little angels. If it were
anyone else, I'd be happy with this result, but, between us here, Connor has a
screw loose."
"Yeah," Rusty interjected,
"and there's no one willing to screw it back in for him."
Maddox guffawed. "Are you
trying to say that he needs to get laid? Frankly, I think the guy is just a
certified asshole, and no amount of sex can save him."
"What's the deal with you
proving Xpress wrong, Rusty?" Kane asked. "What do they mean by that?"
"Ah, they've been trying
to say that I'm turning to the gay side, so I kissed Matty in the quad in the
middle of the day," Rusty explained. "By the way, I got smacked in the face
with a pillow for it."
Kane blinked and stared
at him in confusion. "How did a pillow get there? And did you do it to prove
them wrong?"
"No, to prove them
right," Rusty said brightly. "I mean, I just wanted to show them that I don't
give a damn about what the hell they're writing about me. What they think they
understand about it all is their freaking business."
"That's the most convoluted
logic I've ever heard, but it's so on brand for you, Rusty," Kane said with a
sly grin. He traded a glance with Dex, while Maddox
did the same with his fiancι. Hmm, they were all behaving like a flock of old biddies.
Rusty didn't have time for that kind of party.
"Let's focus on the real
issue here," Jonathan proposed. "Connor is going to try some other stupid
strategies in hope of having the entire campus under his thumb."
"You think so, babe?"
Maddox asked. "I tend to think that Preston is not wrong. After all, he didn't
let Connor have his way and didn't blow things out of proportion either way."
Jonathan sighed.
"Normally, I'd agree. Mr. Preston wants us to get along, not get into petty
squabbles as he calls them. And there should be no room for such things during
our senior year. However, it looks to me like Connor is taking this truce as
just an opportunity to rally the troops once more."
"Did you guys ask Preston
if he really thinks beer is that bad?" Dex looked
hopeful as he moved his eyes from Jonathan to him.
"No, we didn't bring it
up," Jonathan confessed. "I suppose that it remains to be seen what Connor's next
move is going to be."
"And I suppose that
someone needs to go against his little reign of terror," Rusty added.
"Is that someone going to
be you or Rybalt?" Maddox teased him.
Rusty found it all too
natural to grab his bestie by the shoulders and look into his eyes. "Both of
us."
"Hmm, and is there an
alliance with a certain cat boy also in the works?" His bestie threw him a
loaded look.
Right, no one knew the
true identity of their local feline impersonator. That made him feel quite
special. "We'll see," he said, loving how acting all mysterious seemed both to
amuse and unnerve his audience.
"How come Matty is so
accepting of your fascination with the cat boy?" Kane questioned while staring
at him through his dropped eyelashes.
"He's just that kind of
swell guy," Rusty replied.
"Even after all this
time?" Kane continued, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
Especially after all this
time. To think that Matty had played him like that.
What else could one expect from a cat? Rusty was beyond pleased, because it
took guts and smarts to pull off something like that. Only his baby dude would
be able to fool a fox like him. Hmm, maybe he was a tomcat, too, not a fox.
Although, he felt like going on a little hunt and sniff a certain cat boy to
see if he was in heat. That still wasn't right because cats didn't exactly
sniff each other's butts. That was more like a dog thing. Damn, they weren't
going for an interspecies thing now, were they?
***
Matty couldn't help
smiling the moment he saw who was calling. "Rusty," he began, maybe a bit too
enthusiastically, but who could blame him? They had just spent an amazing
weekend together, and he planned on turning the famous and infamous king of
Sunny Hill into his honest man. Well, maybe he was getting ahead of himself a
little. Nonetheless. The guy in question was calling him so soon after they had
spent the night together, which was a great sign. Matty would have liked Rusty
to wake him up before leaving, have a little fun before classes, but there was
no need to get greedy now.
"Good morning," Rusty
said cheerfully.
"How early did you wake
up? You were gone when I opened my eyes this morning."
"Sorry for not being
there to give you your morning kiss."
Matty
couldn't help getting excited when Rusty said random stuff like that. Like, who
were they fooling now? What were they? He shook his head and pressed one hand on
his chest just to get his breathing in check. Rusty had him swooning with only
a few words, and he was already dizzy with all the possibilities opening up in
the future. "I'm sorry, too, but let's not dwell on it. How are you?"
"I'm awesome and you know
it," Rusty joked. "Funny thing. I just came back from an interesting meeting
with the Dean of Students."
"Is this about the
incident?" Matty could picture himself doing the air quotes without doing them.
"Yeah. I went with
Jonathan as a support character."
Matty could hardly
imagine Rusty settling for that role, but he was all ears. "How did it go?"
"Weird as fuck. Your
roommate was there."
"John? Why the hell was
he there? Tell me he didn't play the victim. He told me he was back in Connor's
good graces before leaving the dorm."
"Indeed he is," Rusty
said as if he had just been forced to suck on a lemon. "He didn't say a thing,
but he was clearly offering all his support to his shitty leader."
"Well, I can't say that
I'm completely surprised. After all, John prefers to dedicate his entire life
to such leaders and causes. Were they really awful?"
"Connor wanted Dex to pay for the door. Or all of us. But Preston wouldn't
have it."
"That's good, right? I
mean, he didn't side with them."
"Yeah, but he didn't side
with us, either. Preston's the kind of guy who likes having peace on campus.
Xpress commented on it, even complained. Not even they like it."
Matty laughed. "So Xpress
got on it quickly. Sometimes I wonder how that happens."
"I don't, at least in
this case. After we left the building, so to speak, everyone we met asked us
how it went. So, it was no secret. How come you didn't read it today?"
"I was busy... studying,"
Matty eventually replied. At first, he had felt tempted to say that he had been
busy being happy and couldn't care less about what kind of bullshit Xpress was
processing today.
That appeared to deflate
Rusty for some reason. "Ah, so you didn't see it."
"Is there something
important to read?"
"Just like you, they
didn't think I was serious. See you later?"
That was a bit abrupt, so
Matty pondered for a moment before giving his answer. "Yeah, sure. Drop by?"
"Yeah. I'll swing by a
bit later."
A bit disconcerted with
that conversation, Matty was quick to open the Xpress page. "He beat us at our
own game," he began murmuring under his breath, "by showing off on the quad
with his tutor hanging on his arm, just to prove us wrong..."
Hmm, so Xpress thought
nothing of Rusty's PDA. According to Rusty's history,
that of a guy always intent on shocking others, that was par for the course.
But why was the king of Sunny Hill disappointed in that interpretation? Matty
was quite certain he would have to do some digging.
He was still busy mulling
over the recent developments, when his phone began ringing. A frown wrinkled
his brow when he saw who the caller was. "Are you being taken hostage again?"
he asked without any form of greeting.
"Matthew Han? This is
Connor Williams."
Matthew felt a headache
coming on. "Have you taken John hostage again?" he asked pointedly.
"No," came the affronted
reply. "I never have."
"That's debatable," Matty
conceded, only because he was damn curious what Connor wanted from him. "Where
is he now, and why are you using his phone?"
"He is standing right
beside me," Connor replied in a cool voice.
Matty felt like the
characters in movies involving hostage situations as he asked his next
question. "I need proof of life. Put him on."
It took a moment for
John's voice to come through. "Hi, Matty." He sounded weirdly happy. "I'm here with
Connor and, boy, he has something to ask you about. I'm sure you'll do the
right thing."
Matty was sure of the
complete opposite. "Are you okay, man? Is he holding you against your will? At
gun point?"
John's voice soured. "Not
at all. I'm Connor's most loyal ally and confidante."
Matty sighed. "You make
your bed, you lie in it, I guess. Whatever your boss is selling, I'm not
buying."
"But you haven't heard
him yet," John insisted.
He could hang up and be
done with all the ridiculousness. However, he was curious and didn't believe
the old adage about cats and their general curiosity. "Fine, put him on."
Connor began right away.
"You are friends with Rusty Parker."
"Yes."
"So you must know about
his peculiar situation."
"What situation is that?"
Matty felt his lips still tingling from all the kissing he'd done with Rusty
over the weekend.
"You must know about the
girl," Connor continued. "The one he got pregnant?"
"The cat girl?" Matty
continued, imitating Connor's sing-song tone.
"Yes."
Matty stopped for a
moment. Connor was a weasel, but was he stupid? He didn't think so. "I'm afraid
I don't know her," he said pointedly. And then, as the honest soul he was
when convenient, but well, circumstances-circumstances he added, "I doubt she
exists."
"Hmm, I see. Are you
really sure?"
"I'm pretty sure there is
no cat girl at Sunny Hill," Matty said cheerfully.
"Oh, how disappointing."
Matty could swear Connor
was sneering at the other end of their weird conversation. "Why?"
"Why what?" Connor's
voice became increasingly suave.
"Why would the nonexistence
of the cat girl be disappointing?" Matty asked, speaking
each word slowly enough for both Connor and John who had to be listening in
to understand.
"Because it leads to only
one conclusion," Connor said.
"A very disappointing
one," John piped in.
"Which is?" He needed to
lead these two mutts to water, but could he make them drink?
"That it can only be a
cat boy in that suit. I mean, that it must be a man," Connor corrected himself.
"A young man who attends Sunny Hill."
"And lives on campus,"
John added again, from the background.
His roommate sounded
really excited for some reason, and excited in a mean way. Matty began to think
that taking this call hadn't been that wise.
"Thank you for your input
on this, Matthew," Connor offered in the slimiest and most solicitous manner.
"It truly helped me understand everything."
"Which is?" Matty asked with a frown.
"That the youths of Sunny
Hill need me more than ever," Connor replied. "Goodbye. Thank you for your cooperation."
Like he had just offered
information on things he wasn't supposed to, completely unwittingly. What the
hell had just happened?
TBC
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