"It's a setup," Doni insisted an hour after that, when she and Cosmo and Wallace came by the newspaper office to have a conference with me.
"London
contacted me to get to Athena," Wallace broke in, "because something
was jamming the phone signals, so she couldn't get to her. I was on my way
over, and London and Sherwood were both cutting into all the security cameras
around campus. They got the plates, and the car was reported stolen three days
ago. It was seen parked behind the Wypnash Building, and the drivers have been
seen hanging with Freddie Grandstone multiple times."
He winced and his
hand went to the Bluetooth link in his left ear. Wallace was one of the few
guys I knew who wasn't entranced by Bluetooth. He only started wearing it
recently, to have audio communication with our two AIs.
"Yeah, the two of them are going to town, gathering gobs of evidence. The four creeps in the car seem to be regular minions of Monsieur Architect." He wrinkled up his nose.
If Reggie Grandstone was planning on taking the legal profession by storm (and saving the Grandstone clan hundreds of thousands of dollars every year by handling all their false claims and counterclaims) then Freddie was setting himself up to become a world-changing architect. Or so he claimed. The last any of us knew, he had managed to stay for two solid years at the fourth architectural firm he had joined since graduating from college. Rumors speculated that the Grandstones wanted to remake Neighborlee from the ground up. Freddie would be in charge of having the architectural plans and designs in place. Rumors spread by various members of his former architectural firms said the entire town had already been redesigned. Where the Grandstones were going to get the equipment to raze buildings and rebuild them quickly enough to suit their vindictive aspirations, most people didn't know.
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