Lyon, now awake, said, "It's late, Sofia Lanka. I'll call Brandon and have him pick her up."

"Are you sure? They were just fighting. What if he doesn't want to go?" I asked worriedly. "He will," Lyon said confidently.

He reached for his phone and dialed Brandon's number; he answered in a flash. "Uncle Lyon, what's up?" "Where are you right now?" Lyon asked.

Brandon named a club about ten kilometers from where Zara Ozly was drinking.

"Zara Ozly's at Tunes. Go take her home," Lyon instructed.

Brandon waited a moment and then said, "I'll get someone to pick her up."

Lyon gave a cold laugh. "Then get another one...