Thursday after we got Athena safely out of town, I went out at lunchtime. Deliberately. I was in a snarky mood and wanted to be accosted by Freddie Grandstone, who was starting to look a little frantic as he wandered the streets of Neighborlee, looking for "his" sweet Athena. Seriously? The guy obviously never met Athena Longfellow. Yes, she was always a good girl. Smart. Funny. Loyal. Determined. Sassy. Innocent in many things. "Sweet"? Nope. Not the way Grandstones applied it. For them, sweet equaled stupid, gullible and malleable. Not my Athena!
My
mission was frustrating him. I so much wanted to stare him down and tell him,
in complete honesty, that I didn't know where Athena was. Because I didn't. She
wasn't due at Bethany's shooting location for another five or six hours.
No Freddie appeared. Maybe the dweeb knew I was looking for him? Grandstones had to have some kind of defensive radar, to have lasted so long, despite all their failures. Maybe that showed how desperate the Rivals were that they hadn't wiped out the Grandstone clan as an unreliable weapon.
However, that was the day I ran into Jane Wilson, finalizing her paperwork to take over the Spindelmutter building and set up her spa, and fulfill the visions I had had long before Christmas. After our conversation, I remembered her and made my guess about her being the person I saw in my dream/vision, when I watched someone rescue Hayward, Steve and Toby.
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