Colin came back to Scotland one day after Claude and Nicole were kidnapped, and everything changed again.
He did not stay at the homestead. He stayed at The Belle, in a room on the top floor, where the wall of windows looked down on the garden and the path that wound through the trees. He was quiet most days. He drank his tea and sipped his absinthe in the evenings, and when he thought no one was watching, he would stare out at the trees with a look on his face that Andy did not like.
He came to the twins' room every night before bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked how they were.
"How are ye, lads?"
"Fine," Andrew always said.
"Good," Andy always said.
Colin never believed them. He would just nod and rub the back of his neck, and say, "Aye. That's grand, lads. Sleep well."
But the nights went on, and the answers began to wear thin.
