"Well, let her," Callan's father laughed. "You think she doesn't blame us for all her misfortunes – for the fact that her husband doesn't have a job and started drinking, for working for a public company herself as an accountant and trembling in cases of redundancies, for not being able to buy Claire decent clothes and send her to a spas and decent sport clubs. And in the end, for the fact that we have money and we don't have her problems. We're villains and enemies of the people for her, so it's better for her to think Claire is driving wherever, just not with us. I like Claire."
"True, Claire is a nice girl," the mother agreed. "Quite different than Lisa. And very suitable for our son. As he has become now. Before that, he didn't even notice Claire. Callan was only bound by something very vivid and eye-catching."
"False gems," Callan's father laughed. He had emptied a fifth can of beer and was now reaching for the next one. At this moment, the phone rang. Mother picked it up.
"Police," she gave her husband the phone.
"John, it seems you are in deep trouble," said one of Callan's father's paid employees. "Some Ms Alder just called and reported that tomorrow morning you would take out of your house the guns that you would receive from the mediator at seven. Starting at five, two cars will be on duty at your house. Two people each. These are not cops. They are paid by a firm that brings toys from the East. At half-seven, reinforcements will arrive for them. It would be good if you deal with it. Do you still remember our account number?"
"I remember, thank you," Callan's father hung up the phone.
"What happened?" Rose worried.
"Get here Alder!" John commanded. "You've said a lot of things to her that you shouldn't!"
"What happened?" stood Conan in the doorway. Callan's father explained the situation in short words. In the past, he and his son wouldn't have discussed things like that, but now their relationship had changed.
"Leave the enemies of our family to me, Dad, I'll get it done," Conan said.
"Oh no!" the mother exclaimed. "That's something you can't ask of him, John! He's still a kid!"
"But I'll enjoy it," Conan didn't let go. "I'll finally be able to do something useful!"
"You're sure you'll be able to cope?" Callan's father doubted.
"Trust me ! I'll only need Stevens. I'm sure he'll be happy to fight for me!"
"Then call him. After that, I have to warn the broker and get the cargo delivered tonight, but you, Rose, call Alder."
Mother dialled the number. "Hey! I didn't wake you up, I hope? Oh, brilliant. Don't you want to go for walk a bit? No? Right here with me. No, both are not home. Left for the cottage. Yes, tomorrow morning they will be back early. Husband's cousin has arrived, he is getting bored. Yes, very similar, only younger. Oh, driving now? Okay, bye!"
Callan's father was lucky enough to call the broker and they managed to deliver the cargo. Alder waited for the morning in one of the rooms for the guests, tied to a chair for safety. Once the cargo had been delivered and the two men returned home, the broker went in the room to deal with Alder.
"If everything is already settled, then Callan doesn't have to do anything at all," Callan's mother rejoiced.
"You forget, darling, that these are working for a competing company. If we want to get through, we have to get rid of them, otherwise they'll breath on our neck."
"Can't you do it yourself?"
"Suspicions must not fall on us. I have to be home. No one will imagine that Callan could do it, but Alder will testify that her accusations were in vain."