Lance's people quickly left, taking the bodies with them in their own vehicles, which they also drove away.
The family finally let out a deep sigh of relief once the convoy had left.
"Go and clean yourselves up…" Barbara's father allowed the two ladies to leave first, then he grabbed a bottle of wine and joined William on the terrace on the second floor.
There were two lounging chairs here, and usually in the evenings, he liked to lie here and watch the fiery red sunset.
The slightly cool evening breeze came, dispelling some of his irritations, "Has he always been like this?"
William wasn't entirely sure; he didn't fully understand Lance's work and life, but this was not the time to show weakness, "He has always been like this."
The two, holding wine glasses, lay on the lounging chairs, "You let Patricia be with him… don't you worry?"
William swirled his glass of wine, seemingly getting caught up in the circling liquid.
