"He certainly is. He's chased us for months now--at least seven months now. He's the middle man. We've had to contend with his boss, not to mention Barker. Barker is only the lackey on the bottom of the food chain in this mess. Drink your tea, Khaat," he coached gently.
Khaat picked up her mug and sipped on it. It wasn't at all the potion she wanted, but it would do enough perhaps of what she needed for the moment.
"Well, it would appear you're stepping up to the big leagues sooner than you expected," Brian said to Cassidy. "Not bad at all. If there's a downside to it, its that the game never ends. Khaat really needs a break from this for awhile. I'm hoping to get her away to some secret and remote place for a few days once Barker is behind bars. Someplace where we won't be found. She needs a real rest from all this madness."
Khaat heard Brian's words, and wished that was true. Part of her, though, was tired now in a way that was beyond physical. She wasn't sure that she hadn't been robbed in a way that she would not recover from. She heard the shop door above all the chatter in the bistro for some reason. She didn't know why, but she did hear it. She looked up and saw her father's striking form coming in for his morning cup of tea and his chance to escape to read the Daily Prophet. At that instant, she saw his eyes meet hers, and he'd read something he hadn't liked.
He took broad, strong, confident strides to her, and without a word, he stepped between Brian and her and wrapped her into his arms with an iron grip. Finally, her tears spilled into his black wool coat as she hid there.
"Report," he ordered Brian with a formidible firmness.
"Burke," Brian replied obediently. "He tried to take her. She's alright. Just shaken."
"Tighten up. Get more on this. If he's moving, he's no doubt pissed off about my landing Barker. He's upping the ante. You get as many as it takes to protect her. You understand me?" he said fiercely.
"Yes, Sir," Brian answered. Robert was livid, and that was a rare sight.