Ethan looked down at her as they got into his home to see her in an exhausted sleep. Cleo followed them and she was too busy looking around the strange front room to notice where he laid Nicole, but when she noticed him heading to what looked to her to be a couch worth more than eight of her paychecks she told him to stop. She ran in front of him and laid out a clean blanket she had brought from her home knowing Nicole would need it when he brought her back.
Ethan impatiently let Cleo busy herself in getting the other blanket off before he laid her down, then he wrapped her up. "I'll take care of her, Cleo. Thank you." He wanted to be alone with her.
"We should call the police."
"Did she say so?"
"No. She told me not to or Marvin would kill her."
"I'll take care of everything. If she doesn't want the police called we won't call them, yet."
He went over to the fireplace and turned up the heat by adding more logs on the fire, the he turned to Cleo. "Come over in the morning."
Cleo gave him a wary look. "Maybe she should stay at my place."
"I'm going to take care of her. I'll call my doctor and have him check on her and help her. Can you do that this time of night?"
"I could take her to the hospital."
"If she wanted to make known what was wrong with her that would have been her first destination, don't you think?"
Cleo agreed reluctantly. "I'll be over early."
"Don't call anyone or let anyone know where she's at Cleo. At least until we can find out what happened to her. Obviously she's terrified."
"She said she had to speak to Mr. Mills, but I don't know who that is."
"Can you find out?"
"I guess if I nose around. I'm supposed to work a double for them tomorrow. I could look thought some of his stuff while he's out picking his nose."
"Good. Do her that favor and then I want you to see if you can find information about Nanna too for her mind sake. I'm sure she wants to know about her grandmother if she doesn't know anything already."
Cleo nodded and left.
Ethan turned back to her sleeping form and knelt by the sofa. Unwrapping her, he took off the clothes she wore that were practically molded to her body. Though she was asleep, she protested with moans, but that was about it. Sleep seemed the best for her.