We both sat down, took out, and began searching everything we knew about Nikolai Archibald. I made Nikolai stay the night because we needed to make some plans and he was in no way to drive after taking a hit on his nose.
"You don't have a concussion right?" I asked, again for the third time.
"No. I don't." He didn't reply with a snark or a snide. Instead of being the gentleman that he was, Derrick tried to make me feel relaxed and not provoke my anxiety. I gave him painkillers and even after telling to him rest and sleep, his genius and cunning brain was too excited to take a break. He wanted to make the best of the quiet we had and what more would be with hatching a plan to control a man while enjoying coffee and imported bon bons?
I surfed through the internet and for the first tim
