“No. It’s all right. I’ll contact the police. Thanks for the offer.”
“You’re welcome,” Matthew said. “If there is anything I can do to help, you know where to find me. And thank you again for intercepting Dillion for me. He’s the light of my life, and I’d be devastated if anything happened to him.”
“He’s a great kid. It was my pleasure to entertain him. Sorry to interrupt your evening. The police will probably contact you, anyway.”
“Give them my number,” he said. “I’m fine with that.”
Matthew hung up and wanted to do a celebratory cheer. He didn’t, instead going to his room to pack and to pull out the disguises he’d prepared for them to leave New Zealand.
Once he told Dillion they were running away, he’d be excited and eager to get into his latest character. The kid was a natural when it came to acting and voices. They’d be long gone before Maureen decided to exercise her right to phone her son. If she played true to form, she’d be giddy with the fresh, new relationship, and her son and everything else would come second best until she became bored.
Lady Kismet smiling, indeed, and doing a saucy hip waggle.
