Lost

Chapter 10

Later that afternoon Duncan and Louisa did take their stroll through the garden, picking blooms for the dinner table as well as some for Louisa to take home with her. Guards Alain and Colmar followed them at a discreet distance as they strolled arm-in-arm searching for perfect blossoms. Footsteps behind them alerted them to Andre’s arrival.

How charming! Andre walked up to the two ‘women’ strolling through the garden, pleased at how well his pet was fitting into her role. Dismissing Louis for the day, he ignored Sarah’s insistence that Louis take the flowers with her. All thoughts of Louis disappeared as he slid his arms around Sarah and buried his nose in her hair. “Louis did well. I approve of your new haircut.” Taking another deep whiff he noted the lightly floral and spice scent. “Is this the new perfume I bought you?” He nuzzled an ear, not waiting for an answer. “I like it. It suits you, princess.” He took no notice of the stiff body in his arms or the face that turned away slightly from his caresses but he did notice the hands that were stiff against his chest and although they didn’t quite try to push him away they still blocked him. Anger flooded through him. He let loose with a resounding slap to Sarah’s face knocking her to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” The apology was an automatic response now. A shudder wracked Duncan’s body as he covered his head and tried to crawl away on his knees. Instead of another slap he felt a large hand grab him by the hair, hauling him backwards to his feet. Tears sprang into his eyes at the pain. He opened his eyes to see Andre leaning in for a kiss. Not a single thought of fighting crossed his mind.

Grabbing a fistful of the thick, dark hair Andre turned the face to his and captured the full lips. God, that’s sweet! He thrust his tongue in, feeling the smooth teeth, stroking the ridges along the roof and the silken inside of soft cheeks. He lost himself in the kiss, forgetting about Sarah’s minor transgression. He’d never get enough of this gorgeous mouth, the heat and wetness making his cock harden. He had to have more of the soft body now.

Taking Sarah by the hand, he pulled her along the paths and inside, up the staircase and into their bedroom. He turned and looked at his beautiful pet again, no sign of his last slap. Deep satisfaction was evident on his face. Pulling her to him he again captured the full lips. Stepping to one side he positioned Sarah in front of the full-length mirror. Sarah tried to slide her eyes away from the sight of the two of them. Andre stood behind her and brought her chin back. “Look at yourself, princess. You’re beautiful...and you’re mine.” He pulled the thick hair back giving him access to the soft throat. He nuzzled along her jaw, kissing and licking. Moving to the little spot just behind her ear, he bit and sucked; pleased at the slight red mark he left even if it only stayed for a moment before disappearing from the golden skin. He continued nuzzling the shell-like ear as he watched himself caress Sarah in the mirror, pleased that she kept her eyes on them as well, knowing better than to turn away again.

Duncan watched as the dark head bent back over his neck and he tilted his head away more as a retreat than to grant access as revulsion flooded through him. He felt the large hand move from his hair and slide over his breast, pinching his nipple lightly through the soft material of his sweater. His thrice damned body responded to the caresses as his nipple hardened under the stimulation. He could feel the prickling sensation that heralded the let down and felt his breast begin to leak its fluid. He moaned softly, distress obvious in his dark chocolate eyes as they met blue orbs in the mirror, both sets of eyes looking down to the growing wetness at both breasts.

Andre chuckled and moved his other hand down to caress Sarah’s crotch, eyes greedily taking in the obscenity of the sight which aroused him even more. He rubbed his erection against Sarah’s ass as he palmed her flat groin. Using his feet, he spread Sarah’s legs further apart to allow him more access while he groped. He could feel the blood filling Sarah’s cock, knowing that it wouldn’t fill completely as long as it was restricted so tightly, leaving her aching and unsatisfied.

Duncan pushed his head back against the shoulder behind him, agony coursing through his body as he tried to fight the pain, fear and desire conditioned into him. He should fight...do something! But he couldn’t...he was so broken inside. He mentally retreated as tried desperately to imagine the thick, square hands as having slender, long fingers that were pinching and plucking at his nipples, a strong pale hand rubbing his groin. Methos!

Andre moved his hand to pull the skirt up, exposing a silk-clad thigh and lace garters. He felt the lace-covered cock straining in its binds. Losing patience he turned the body in his arms and stripped it of its covering, exposing the golden skin to his greedy eyes and lips. He left Sarah’s cock covered by the tight bindings. Touching her there, skin to skin, was something it never occurred to him to do, intent as he was in his own pleasure. He stripped off his own clothing and then grabbed Sarah and pushed her down onto the bed.

Completely subjugated, Duncan closed his eyes as Andre stripped him bare, never opening them even as he was thrown across the bed and his legs savagely pushed apart. All desperate fantasy thoughts of Methos fled as his knees were pushed to his chest leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. He felt Andre still and opened his eyes only to see Andre greedily taking in the sight before him. Shame reddened his face and he tried to turn away but reality reasserted itself as he felt the fingers thrust in his mouth so he quickly laved them as much as he could in self-preservation. The fingers pushed into him, twisting and opening, any touch to his prostate an accident rather than an effort to force his pleasure. He kept his hands fisted in the bedding under him as he felt the huge cock slam into him, never knowing that he screamed at the sudden painful invasion.

It was the scream that brought Andre back from the dark pit of his lust. He looked down at his pet, so beautiful as the tears streaked down her face. He paused in his rutting, his desires changing in a split moment. He could feel the lightning charges around his cock as the rips he’d made inside of his pet repaired themselves around him. It was extremely erotic and sent electrical shockwaves up his spine and into his brain. He hovered on the brink of the dark pit again. Closing his eyes he twisted his hips, changing his angle slightly and was rewarded by a low moan as he hit the right spot. He could feel the cock against his hand tighten and twitch in its cocoon as he again thrust against Sarah’s prostate. As much as he enjoyed taking what was his, he took more enjoyment from forcing his pet along with him and he gloried in watching her lick her seed from her hands. Adjusting himself to hit that spot with every thrust, he made sure the gorgeous body under him was writhing and moaning with need, too. Pulling out until just the head of his cock stayed inside, he pushed the knees aside slightly and curled over, taking one of the leaking nipples into his mouth and began suckling.

Duncan moaned, shamed at the dark pleasure he felt when Andre fed from him. He tightened his fists into the bedclothes, praying for Andre to finish...praying for Andre to suck his other breast. He could feel his own orgasm building inside of him, a burning flow low in his belly moving out to his compressed balls and cruelly bound cock. It wouldn’t be satisfying, he would still be aching, but it was all he was to be allowed. Another sob tore through as Andre suckled his other breast and pushed his cock in again. Close...oh, God...so close. Then he felt Andre loosen the bindings slightly to grant him access knowing Duncan couldn’t do it himself. Duncan quickly released the bedclothes with one hand and wrapped a fist around his cock, not for his own pleasure but to be ready. He heard the command as another thrust pushed against his prostate and then he was coming, his hand wrapped around the head of his cock as the aching spasms wracked his body.

Andre straightened and thrust into the burning haven once more and felt the body spasm in his arms, gloried in the tightening of the muscles around him bringing on his own orgasm. He continued thrusting as he shot his seed into that hot, tight channel. After several long moments he opened his eyes and looked down at the sobbing form under him, satisfaction flooding through him at the sight of his pet licking her hand. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Andre idly wondered if his obsession with this golden body, the beautiful dark eyes and that fantastic mouth would ever lessen. He doubted it.

Bending down he took the lips again, savoring their softness and delighting in the slight trembling he could feel from the quivering chin. “Shh, princess. It’s alright.” He raised a hand to stroke across a silky curl and was mildly amused at the flinch that resulted from his movement. Easing himself out, he moved further up onto the bed bringing Sarah with him. He never stopped the soft endearments or the gentle strokes across the soft flesh. “There, there my beauty. It’s alright.” He nuzzled into the soft neck, licking at that special spot behind an earlobe and reveled in the submissiveness of his pet. “Touch me, princess. Don’t be shy.” The quiet command brought a trembling square and still masculine hand up to stroke across his chest and back. “That’s right.” The soft sobs had quieted as the hands moved across his body, gently touching his semi-hard cock and stroking softly. “Ahhh, so good...” His little pet behaved perfectly, just the way he liked it...tentative, slightly fearful and so very sweet.

Duncan slid his hand across the huge furred and muscled back, feeling the weight of the large man pressing him down into the mattress as hatred formed a deep hard lump in his stomach making him feel ill. He let his mind retreat back into fantasy, tried to ignore what was happening, tried to ignore his body responding to Andre’s caresses. The crisp chest hairs rubbed against his tender nipples making them harden again. Body hair was something he had none of and that Andre had in abundance. But he dreamed of smooth pale skin gently sliding over hard muscle and tendons. Andre’s whiskered mouth slid across his lips, wiry individual hairs poking him slightly as the big man tasted him. What would Methos look like with a beard? Not a full one...he looked like a goatee-type of guy... (“I’m just a guy” floated in his mind in that deep sultry voice)...but it would be thick, dark and silky, like the hair on his head.

Methos kept his hair short, but it had been so incredibly soft. Duncan wondered if he would grow it out a bit if he asked. He knew he’d keep his own hair long...Methos had stroked and played with it practically the entire night. That glorious and beautiful night... Don’t! He admonished himself. Don’t torture yourself more...that moment is gone forever... His small gasp at the pain that thought brought was lost as Andre chose that moment to roll over and flip Duncan on top.

Wrapping his hand in the dark hair, Andre pulled the mouth back to his, sucking and biting on the full lower lip. He tasted blood and delighted in the trembling moan and felt his cock twitch in interest. “You should always look like this, princess. Your luscious lips red and swollen from my kisses, need darkening your eyes…” His words were lost as he again captured the sweet mouth as his other hand slid down the smooth skin to the lush bottom. He cupped one of the rounded cheeks in his hand and kneaded softly as Sarah’s thighs opened and wrapped around him, knees pressing in at his waist. Yes, his little pet was filling in nicely...incredibly soft mounds of flesh filled his hands. He was glad he’d forbidden all forms of exercise except riding. He’d even forbidden the katas, though he knew Sarah still meditated. He ran his fingers into the deep crevice between the tender cheeks and felt himself harden more as he fingered the small hole, loose and moist from their previous encounter. He needed more. Reaching out to the bedside table he opened the drawer and found the small tube of lubricant. Using both hands now, he squeezed some directly into Sarah’s crevice, chuckling slightly as she hissed at the cold. Tossing the tube aside he rubbed the lube up and down her cleft and into her hole. Deliciously sloppy and messy...he wanted to feel their skin sliding against one another. He slid his hand around his own filled cock, wetting himself even more. Pushing up with his pelvis, he used his hands to grab Sarah’s hips, grinding himself into his pet.

Knowing what he wanted, Duncan pushed himself upright enough to open, letting the hard cock behind him graze across his entrance. He slid his legs further apart to ease the entry. The hands at his hips pushed up and Duncan knew to impale himself on the hard rod. He reached behind himself to guide the thick phallus into himself. The entry was slick and easy. Sliding down in one push Duncan could feel the huge cock fully sheathed inside of him, filling him. He pushed up and came down again, feeling the deep groan in the body under him as he moved.

Andre leaned forward to capture a nipple in his mouth, wanting all the sweetness left within. His hands kneaded and rolled the full breasts, stroked over the soft, quivering belly and full hips, massaging the loosely-covered cock. “You’re so beautiful...a beautiful woman. So soft...vulnerable...you make men want you but you belong only to me.” His lips slid across the swollen and distended nipple, licking and nibbling softly. “You’re so gorgeous like this...soft and plump...a lush fruit whose juices flow like honey...”

Every word cut a hole deeper into Duncan’s psyche, his self-image shattering into tinier shards. Self-hatred, desire, guilt and confusion whirled through his head as Andre reached for and plundered his other breast and he felt Andre thrust again, deeper, hitting the spot that sent streaks of pleasure rocketing through to his brain. He tried desperately to gather himself, or what was left, to lock it away...protect. He had to hold that inner core together in order to survive. Years of meditation helped him build the wall, although shaky, and he hid himself behind it, bolstering it from inside...

Andre was pounding harder now and Duncan held on to the headboard, his head thrown back as his body responded yet again. Sweat dripped down his neck and in between his breasts which quaked at every thrust, aching from the hard jarring motions and still he pushed up and brought himself down, fucking himself on the velvet-coated steel.

Andre had his eyes shut, teeth clenched as he growled his way towards his own completion. “Now, pet...come now!” he commanded through his clenched jaw. He watched as Sarah reached into her binding with one hand. Then he was rewarded by the vise-hard clamping of muscles and a slight wetness as some drops escaped their prison and fell down onto his chest. The muscles around his cock tightened in their intimate embrace as he shot his seed deep into his pet’s body. He kept thrusting as he came seemingly forever into the body that had crumpled over his own, one hand trapped between them. They lay like that as their heartbeats slowed and breathing calmed.

Duncan eventually eased himself off of Andre, straightening cramped leg muscles as he lay down, eyes closed. He still had his hand cupped around himself but didn’t make any move until he heard the dark whisper next to his ear.

“Finish it...”

Lifting his hand to his mouth, he licked himself clean, knowing Andre watched with eyes that shined with the obsessive gleam he’d seen so often. Once he was done he felt Andre’s arms come around him, settling in to rest. One broad hand slid down to its usual place to cup his ass and slide a finger into his cleft. It found its target and slid into his loosened muscle to take up its usual residence while they slept. Duncan no longer knew what it felt like to fall asleep without either a cock or a finger in his most private place. He ignored the slightly wiggling digit as he slid into sleep.

He was awakened some time later by Andre getting up and moving to take a shower. Andre turned and walked into the bathroom, knowing his pet would follow. Duncan did.

Duncan soaped the towel and scrubbed at the broad back, watching the soapy trails slide across the wiry hairs and slide down a muscular ass. Andre grunted slightly in appreciation as he leaned against the shower wall. Finishing with Andre’s back, Duncan moved down to wash the rest of the huge body. He kept his head down to keep the water from hitting his face but still he trembled never quite knowing when Andre would choose to force his head under the water as a reminder of past lessons.

When Sarah was done Andre took the towel and soaped it to wash his pet’s body. Pleased with Sarah’s behavior he washed her gently, taking special care as he rinsed her beautiful face. Kissing her lightly he turned and pulled them both from the stall.

Once dry, Andre dressed. As he adjusted his clothing he turned to see his pet drying her hair. Showering with her was still an effort when it came time to get her face wet. But he was so satisfied he knew he wouldn’t have it any different. “I’ve got work to do, pet. I’ll see you at dinner. Madame Broussard will be here in a moment. Wear the burgundy gown.”

Duncan paused in drying his hair to answer, “Yes, Andre.” As soon as the door closed Duncan settled in to a light meditation as he sought to calm himself down. He could feel the pulsating ache deep in his loins from being thoroughly used. Every throb drove home the reality of his life and he felt shattered. All sense of who he was fragmented and skittering away from his grasp leaving him with nothing but emptiness. Where once he stood firm in his beliefs of himself and where he stood in his world, he now hovered on the edge of a precipice...he was losing himself. He tried desperately to gather what he could, strived to protect what remained. It was a continuous battle, but one he prayed wasn’t in vain. Madame Broussard came in and silently began to brush his hair. A while later feeling calmer he stood and began to follow the rituals needed to get dressed. He had to get ready for dinner.

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The leather and chrome chair was vaguely uncomfortable. Methos eased himself down a bit more, curving his spine to accommodate the deeper sprawl and closed his eyes. The secretary had informed him that Lacasse was delayed in a meeting and had attempted to re-schedule the appointment. He wasn’t having any of that. He was prepared to wait all day if he had to or, possibly, kick open the door to the conference room, haul Lacasse out by his scraggly beard and slowly flay every inch of skin from his body until he told Methos what he wanted to hear. It was a testament to his supreme self-control that had him still waiting in the guise of Adam Pierson.

He eyed the secretary sitting so smugly sure that her employer was simply being generous in allowing a few minutes to meet with him, an obviously unimportant nobody despite his title who’d been trying for weeks to gain admittance. She’d been putting him off for some time citing her employer’s busy schedule and then suddenly contacted him with an appointment time. Methos was sure it was related to his little talk in the alley that night. He flicked a miniscule bit of lint from his slacks fully aware of the character he portrayed: simple sweater and slacks, slightly rumpled overcoat which he’d refused to give up and slightly dusty shoes. The outer appearance was easy though he had to work a little harder to keep the perfectly bland and slightly nervous expression on his face despite the graphically bloody thoughts actually floating in his head. The secretary had no idea what pain and horror she flirted with as she sent her quietly dismissive looks his way. Methos idly noted how easily thoughts of dismemberment and torture came to mind lately.

This was it, the final and most difficult person to interview and Methos was positive he was responsible for the men following him that day. Methos had run down every mortal who’d had contact with Duncan as well as every immortal still living that was mentioned in Duncan’s chronicles...something that was still a sore spot between him and Joe once Joe found a very small trace of Methos’ inquiries. Gods above, if Methos hadn’t been so tired, he’d never have made such a stupid mistake. But it was done and he knew that Joe would cover up any evidence he came across for his own reasons. But this man, this mortal, was the one. He was sure of it and he only needed to look him in the eyes to confirm what he knew in his gut since seeing the photo.

Methos leaned back into the chair and again eyed the bitch of a secretary and looked at the clock on the wall. He’d give the bastard 20 more minutes knowing the delay was a mind game to show his power. Adam Pierson would wait as long as necessary, although Methos chafed at the bit. He had to be Pierson right now. Decision made, he closed his eyes and appeared to fall asleep.

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Ten more minutes… Methos thought about the women he’d seen at Lacasse’s estate the day before. Something about them, their presence there, was crucial. He could feel it...intuition or whatever. As he continued waiting, he let a portion of his mind work on that question for awhile.

Methos looked at his watch one more time. He needed to be gone before the guards came by on their next patrol. Although he hadn’t yet been able to talk to Andre Lacasse, he’d already investigated the man and had been watching him for several days. Despite the distance from his downtown office and having a flat in Paris, Lacasse commuted every day from this estate. In the long run the commute wasn’t that bad, but a man like Lacasse must consider his time valuable. Why waste so much time on the road? Especially when he had a Paris flat?

He again peered through the binoculars to the walled-in gardens, his mind working the puzzle of Lacasse’s actions while simultaneously planning a way in and out of the estate. He briefly considered hiring a small mercenary army to storm the place, but decided to keep that option in reserve until he knew what was going on. He smiled slightly. Duncan had no idea that his relatively poor friend, Adam Pierson, was really a billionaire several times over in various guises, or that he had numerous connections with persons of disreputable capabilities. No, the days of leading an army were long past. Methos preferred to do things quietly.

His eye was caught by movement in what appeared to be a rose garden. Bringing the binoculars back to his eyes he saw two women strolling through, pausing now and then apparently gathering blooms. They were followed by two guards. Lacasse wasn’t married and had no relatives on record. They didn’t appear to be employees, especially with guards around them. Who could they be? Both were brunettes, one slender and the other quite curvy. Possibly some whores he kept available to tend his needs.

Off to one side he watched as Lacasse finally arrived at the estate. Instead of walking into the chateau he spoke briefly with one of the guards and then moved off in the direction of the rose garden. Interesting.

After briefly speaking with the women, the slender one took the flower basket and left, disappearing into the house. Lacasse remained talking to the other one and it was at this point that Methos noted how tall the curvy brunette was. He couldn’t really see her shoes, but she appeared to be at least six feet tall if her relative size compared to Lacasse was a good measuring stick. He watched as she pulled back from Lacasse’s embrace. My, my. It seems she didn’t care for Lacasse’s touch. Oh, and he’s not very happy about that. Methos watched with interest as Lacasse raised a hand and slapped the woman. She fell to the ground, her hands raised in a futile attempt to protect herself as she tried to scuttle away. It was obvious she was terrified of Lacasse. He grabbed the woman by the hair and hauled her upright, forcing a kiss on her lips. Methos continued to watch as Lacasse took the woman by the hand and all but dragged her into the chateau. A quick glance at his watch showed that the patrol was due. Methos slid down out of the tree and quickly scuttled through the brush to where he had his car parked. He needed to get back before the tail he knew he still had reported that they’d lost him…again. Departing well before the patrol came through, Methos drove back to Paris, questions flying through his mind.

He readjusted his legs to ease the ache that had started in his lower back. This furniture was never intended to be used long term, he was sure. But it just made him more determined to wait it out, despite the smug look on the secretary’s face. He closed his eyes yet again and let his thoughts wander.

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Methos was stirred from his thoughts by the sound of a buzzer on the secretary’s desk. He looked up to see her standing and gesturing to him. “Dr. Pierson, Monsieur Lacasse will see you now.” He followed her down a short hallway to a large set of double doors. Opening one, she gestured him in, closing the door behind him.

He quickly scanned the immense office. A large desk dominated one side of the room, the other sides made up of bookshelves holding various pieces of expensive artwork, a discreet wet bar and a corner sofa set. Andre Lacasse stood up as he entered and walked around his desk and held out his hand.

“Dr. Pierson, a pleasure to meet you.” Andre quickly took in the appearance of his pet’s closest friend. Beautiful eyes despite the shadows, nice skin, but nothing more than skin and bones... Not much to you, is there? He kept a pleasant and slightly curious expression on his face. The elegant long-fingered hand was cool in his grasp as they shook hands.

Methos was aware of the scrutiny and hunched over just a bit more, making sure his own camouflage was securely in place. “Monsieur Lacasse, thank you for seeing me.” He made sure his handshake was lax and un-imposing...there was nothing he could do about the calluses. He moved to sit on the sofa at a wave of the large hand. Declining a drink, he watched as Lacasse poured himself one before he moved to one of the arm chairs.

“I understand that you were a friend to Duncan MacLeod. I’m very sorry for your loss.” Andre turned a saddened face to his guest. “Very tragic, that...quite sudden, I understand.” He gave an appropriate moment of silence before continuing. “However, I’m at a bit of a loss as to your visit today. Is there something I can help you with?”

Methos watched as the huge man seated himself, drink in hand. Arrogant, self-assured...he mouthed the right words...let’s see what he thinks he knows...

“Thank you...yes, it was quite tragic. I’m afraid I’m still reeling from it. I understand that you were one of the last people to speak with him...that night at the dinner. I believe you’d just met?”

“Yes, Celine Serault introduced us...seems she thought I might persuade Mr. MacLeod to take a more active role in the council. I’m afraid I didn’t get very far, although we did have an interesting conversation regarding some of the auction pieces.” He took a sip of his drink. “I bought one, actually, based on his recommendation.” He gestured to a piece sitting on one of his shelves. “Forgive me, Dr. Pierson, but what has this to do with your visit today?”

Methos looked at him and shyly glanced down at his folded hands. “I’m afraid I’m trying to find some closure...you see, Duncan MacLeod and I were lovers...had been for quite some time...” He watched the blue eyes narrow, the generous mouth compress slightly behind the dark beard before the blandly curious expression returned. But he saw no surprise at the statement, no shock or disgust... “and for my own peace of mind, I’m merely reconstructing his final night since I was unable to attend the dinner with him, although he did come home to me at the barge...I hope you understand...” Yes...definitely anger there and...jealousy? Yes! It was there in his eyes! Methos felt a spike of anger coil through his chest. This misbegotten bastard had him…he had Duncan! A red haze seemed to gather at the edges of Methos’ vision but he couldn’t afford to let it show...not yet. He kept his eyes down, refusing to let Lacasse see any hint of his thoughts. Back in control, he looked up, his hazel eyes asking for understanding of his grief.

“Of course I understand, Dr. Pierson.” Andre was going to find out just where his men had failed him. They were lovers? Did this skinny nothing of a man have his pet before he did? No! Andre refused to believe that...he was sure his pet was a virgin! But what if immortal healing made it seem that way? Sarah was always incredibly tight every time he’d fucked her...just like she was a virgin over and over again...and god, how she did love having a cock shoved up her ass. Funny...looking at Dr. Pierson, he seemed much more the submissive type than Duncan MacLeod, despite Sarah’s behavior. It never occurred to him that Sarah’s behavior was his doing.

Lacasse gathered his thoughts, sure that nothing showed on his face as he looked at his guest. “Of course I understand. It really was a tragic loss. I’m sorry I don’t have anything else to share with you, but I hope I’ve been of some help to you, Dr. Pierson.” He stood, suddenly desperate to get back to his estate. He’d get the truth from his pet.

Methos had what he wanted and gathered himself up at the obvious end to their discussion and Lacasse’s sudden haste. He made some polite noise, thanked the man again and made his exit. Yes...Lacasse would lead him to Duncan and then...then he would pay.

Methos waited outside after his meeting with Lacasse. It didn’t take long before a limousine pulled up and Lacasse rushed out of his building along with what had to be two guards. He folded himself into the elegant car while the others followed in another. Methos joined the party at a discreet distance despite his own tail. He had no illusions about the capabilities of the driver or any of the guards that accompanied Lacasse. Positive that they were headed back to the heavily guarded estate, Methos turned and headed to a nearby bookstore unconcerned about his shadows at this point. In all the times they’d followed him, he was positive they wouldn’t question his stop at a bookstore. He wandered around the store for a bit not seeing any of the words in the books he held in his hands. Instead his thoughts whirled around getting passed an army to rescue Duncan.