"Hey, lady, want a ride?"
A black car pulled up in front of me and a man poked his head out of the driver's seat and waved at me.
"Wilson?"
I was a little surprised by the person who appeared in front of me.
"Let's get in the car first, just you?"
Wilson asked as he looked around.
"No, and Mr. Klopp, and Anna and Ike."
I pointed to the bushes next to me and answered.
Will Wilson got out of the car, helped to help Klopp to the car, turned around and left.
"You're curious as to why I'm here, aren't you? Everyone knows about Klopp being cut from the Count's title. So I figured you might need my help... Is he hurt?"
Wilson said as he drove, glancing at Klopp in the rearview mirror.
"Sort of, he's not doing too well right now so we need to find a place to stay as soon as possible, ca
