Monday, June 6
“All the indications are that there’s
something federal involved in the mix,” Eden said. She kept her head bowed over
the far-too-thin stack of printouts from all the research she’d been doing for
Conrad and studied him from under her eyebrows.
She needn’t have bothered being so discrete.
Conrad didn’t see her. He frowned, new furrows in his forehead and around his
mouth, staring at a spot a few inches off the surface of the conference table
between them. They were alone in the office upstairs from Book & Mug for
the moment. Troy was due back in another half hour from a trip to Michigan.
Eden looked forward to hearing if he had learned anything new from a tenuous
lead about their hidden backgrounds.
“Most of what I’ve been learning has been the shadows cast by the information I can’t get at. Kind of like deciding the shape of something from the hole it left when it passed through other things. I thought at first the difficulty came from the adoption records being sealed. Now …” She slid the bankers clip back onto her copy of the reports and sat back in her chair. “Either your brother is involved in something dangerous, and he’s being protected --”
“Or he’s dangerous in and of himself, and the further I have you dig, the more danger you could be bringing on yourself.” He nodded and only flicked his gaze up to meet hers for a moment.
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