Imagine a coldblooded killer getting all weakhearted over a girl with asthma!
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âSo he looked all upset, and his eyes were red,â Theresa relayed that night in 1423.
âI might know why,â Caylin said, waving a printout. âThis just came in from The Tower. Alfred called again at fifteen hundred hours and told Jonathon if he didnât get his disc by the conference, his father was going to be killed. Transcript right here.â
âOh, my gosh, no wonder!â Theresa exclaimed. âIâm such a jerk. Thatâs when I was in the kitchen. Siobhan was covering for me, and she must have patched his call through!â
âDonât worry about it,â Jo said. âItâs a good thing you didâotherwise we wouldnât have found out this info.â
âYou know, you kind of have to feel sorry for the guy,â Caylin commented. âHeâs totally in over his head.â
Jo snorted. âHeâs a total scumbag. He puts his own fatherâs life on the line for a pile of dough.â
Theresa shrugged, not sure what to think. His swollen eyes had definitely looked as if theyâd shed some major tears, so maybe he was genuinely upset. But if he was so upset about it, why was he going through with it?
âWell, no matter what we do or donât think about Jonathon,â Caylin began, âthe pressureâs on to find this disc. At least Theresa was making an effort to find it today, unlike the rest of us. Weâve gotta move, and weâve gotta move now.â
âThe key word is green ,â Theresa reminded them. âIs there anyplace in the embassy related to the color green? The kitchenâs out, but maybe some of the rooms have green walls.â
âMaybe itâs hidden in a green book in the library,â Jo said.
âOr a greenhouse, if there is one,â Caylin suggested.
Theresa chewed her nails. âToo many possibilities. My brainâs going to crash just thinking about them.â
âWell, weâve got to get on this double quick,â Caylin said. âWe lost our steam after that night at Meltdown, but we need to get it back. I, for one, have a surprise in my backpackâJonathonâs trash. I snagged it today when I was cleaning.â
âOh, joy,â Jo muttered. All this talk about William Nicholsonâs possible fate gave her an ugly feeling of déjà vu, and the thought of digging through his loser sonâs trash did nothing to improve her mood.
âHopefully thereâs nothing too gross in here,â Caylin said, crossing her fingers as she laid out some newspaper on the coffee table and placed the bag on top. âJo, would you do the honors since you have the longest nails?â
âWhatever,â Jo griped, slicing the bag with a long red nail.
Caylin dumped out the contents. A receipt from a corner deli, a half-empty bag of salt-and-vinegar potato chips, a banana peel, a coffee cup, some crumbled-up junk mail, and some miscellaneous scraps of paper. Nothing terribly exciting.
âAny of this look useful to you guys?â Theresa asked.
Jo sifted through the lot with disdain. âHardly.â
âHeyâlook at this business card,â Caylin said, snatching it up. âItâs a nearby hotel. Maybe he stayed there so he could have some privacy.â
âSo he could make private phone calls, perhaps,â Theresa suggested. âYou know, so his father wouldnât overhear him?â
âThereâs only one way to find out,â Caylin announced. âPass me the phone, por favor .â
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âFive Sumner Placeâmay I help you?â
âYes, you may,â Caylin began, putting a stuffy spin on her working-class Louise accent. âThis is Veronica Carey, Jonathon Nicholsonâs secretary, and I believe he recently stayed there. If itâs not too much
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