When Clint got back to his apartment he went straight to his laptop. He’d made his decision and there was no point procrastinating further.
He hooked his camera into the computer and uploaded the photographs. He then compared them carefully to those he’d taken a few weeks earlier.
Yes. It wouldn’t be hard. Same light. Same table. Same chairs. As long as he was slow and careful, he could do this. Grant would never know. At least, not until it was too late.
When Holly got home, she pulled off her high heeled shoes, tossed them onto her bed and changed into her oldest, most comfortable clothes.
That had been a strange meeting with Clint. She’d been there and still had no idea what it was all about. Why had Clint asked to see her?
He hadn’t stayed long after coming back from speaking to Nikki on the phone. Then Peter had to leave to meet some reporter and talk about Crocodiles in Space. So she hadn’t had much time to ask Peter about Clint, but she was pretty certain he didn’t have any more of a clue than she did what that had all been about.
Holly sighed and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.
Obviously she’d been missing something but the real question was: whatever it had been was it something important she had to worry about?
One possibility had occurred to her as she’d driven home. What if Grant had sent him? It would make sense. Clint had asked, after all, about her plans. She knew Peter and Clint were friends and was reluctant to bring it up, but it would explain what that coffee had all been about.
She ran through the afternoon in her mind and was satisfied that if that had truly been the case, then at least Clint hadn’t learned anything that could be harmful for Antigone.
Still it bothered her that she had to be so suspicious. If Clint really was working for Grant, it would at the very least hurt Nikki. Of course, what if Nikki already knew? Working on Antigone had left Holly pretty busy and she hadn’t spent much time with Nikki over the past couple of months but that didn’t change the fact that she considered her a good friend. Nikki after all had been there when she’d really needed someone. Holly didn’t like thinking that she couldn’t trust her now.
No. You can still trust her. Holly took her coffee and went to the living room, curling up on the sofa and picking up a book from off the side table. Whatever this afternoon was about, she wasn’t going to let it get under her skin. It would be selfish and cruel if she honestly started suspecting Nikki for no good reason at all.
She pushed it out of her mind and was just turning her focus to the book in hand when the doorbell rang. With a sigh of annoyance she stood up and went to answer it.
When the door opened, she stared at the woman standing on her doorstep.
“Cynthia?” There might be plenty of people who could have a perfectly god reason to come by and see her, but she couldn’t think of a single such reason for Cynthia. Holly momentarily wished she was still dressed up. Cynthia looked like she had just come from a photo shoot and not a hair was out of place. Except…well, except for the fact that Cynthia was looking a tad, what was it? Sheepish? Holly wasn’t sure but whatever the expression was, it was one very foreign to the woman’s face. Holly doubted she’d ever seen it there before.
“Holly it’s good to see you.”
Both of them stared at each other for a time as they let this lie sink in. It was a sign of how wrong this whole situation was that Cynthia had even said it. Holly decided there was no harm in compounding the fib.
Cynthia took a deep breath and let it out, as one might do before pulling a trigger, and burst out with, “I need to talk to you about something very serious. May I come in?”