Colin sat fuming in his wrecked home. His first instinct had been to call up the bastard who he knew had done this to his property. Scratch that, his first instinct had been to march right up to his weird-ass house and beat the living shit outta him, but instead, after much debate, he had opted to give him a call.

Of course, Sid had denied everything which is why Colin’s next step was calling the sheriff’s department to report the break-in. Looking back on it, he probably should have done that first but his anger had gotten the best of him.

As Colin waited on the sheriff’s department to arrive he decided to give Arthur a ring over at the garage and fill him in on what had happened. He knew if he just stayed there alone he’d end up doing something he’d later regret – like take out his revenge on the person he was sure had broken into his home and defaced his property.

“Colin’s Garage, Arthur speaking,” Arthur answered, cheerfully.

“Hey Mate, it’s me,” Colin said, grimly. “I need you and Adam to close up shop and get over here. Now.”

“Um, okay, is everything…?” Arthur began to ask but was cut off by Colin.

“I’ll explain when you get here.”

Click. He hung up the phone.

“Well that was certainly odd,” Arthur mused to himself as he stood and walked over to the garage bay door to fill Adam in on Colin’s sudden request.

Minutes later the two men stood on Colin’s front porch where they found Colin waiting for them.

“So what’s all the mystery, Mate?” Adam asked, leaning against the porch railing. “Baskin here said you sounded like you’d lost your bestie or somethin’. What gives?”

Colin stood there staring a moment, his jaw and fists tightly clenched. Finally he let out a deep breath and opened his front door, motioning for the others to enter.

“Holy cow mate! What tha fuck?!” Adam exclaimed as he took in Colin’s newly redecorated home with the angry words - SHE’S MINE! - gouged, carved or written on every inch of the place.

Arthur stood next to him, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. “Colin, you don’t think…?”

“Yeah, I DO think!” Colin replied angrily.

“But...how could he? How would he have known and how would he have had the time to…?” Arthur asked, dumbfounded by the whole idea of someone doing something like this to his friend’s property.

“Wait,” Adam interrupted, baffled, “You know who did this and you aren’t out there pounding his face in for it?”

“Its not that simple,” Colin sighed, slumping down in a chair, his arms crossed. “Besides, he denied it over the phone just now. Figure I’ll keep myself out of jail and let the sheriff’s department take care of it. They’ll be here shortly to take a report.”

“If ya don’t mind, Col, I think I’d like to skip outta here before they arrive if its all the same to you,” Adam told him, grimly. “Me and the law don’t mix, if ya know what I mean.”

Colin nodded to his brother-in-law. “Yeah, sure mate,” he told him, “go check up on my sis and we’ll open the shop back up in the morning.” He turned to Arthur, “You too, Baskin, off with ya then.” He motioned for the pair to leave.

“You, um, sure you wouldn’t prefer we wait with you until the cops get here, Colin?” Arthur asked.

“Yeah, yeah, go on now, I’ll be fine,” Colin assured him.

Arthur nodded, headed back out the door, “If you need anything, anything at all, please feel free to give me a ring,” he told his boss.

“Thanks, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Colin replied, managing a slight grin. “Cops’ll be here soon and I doubt there will be any further trouble tonight.” He watched as the pair left and then shut the front door and slumped back down in a chair.

TBC…