“This is going more smoothly than I thought, Derrick,” Carter said, a smile of sinister satisfaction.

“It’s, um, Dylan, sir,” Dylan corrected under his breath.

“Whatever. I’ve been tracking this girl down for some time. And I tell you, it hasn’t been easy, not in the least. It’s been troublesome that her father’s job causes them to move around constantly, but I’ve got the help I need to get it this time!”

“Brilliant sir,” Dylan replied in his chronically wheezy croak.

He paused a moment, his dull eyes crossed, deep in thought. “Er, can you tell me why you’ve been after this girl for so long, sir?”

Carter glared at his lackey. “You’ve been thinking again, haven’t you Daniel?”