Hubert sat back and listened to the sounds outside his window. Then he entered a new command into his computer and waited. He’d been pul ing at this string for a while. It kept his mind off the bruises on his face.
A batch of search results popped up on the screen. Hubert clicked on one and began to read. After a few minutes he pul ed out Jim Doherty’s files and pored through the old clippings a second, then a third time. Hubert shook his head. He glanced toward the kitchen knife lying flat on his desk and grinned. Like he could ever stick that into anyone.
Hubert opened up the text message and photo he’d sent out earlier in the day and thought about its implications. He wanted to try Kel y’s cel again, but decided to wait until he had the details worked out. Hubert punched up the camera built into his Mac and hit RECORD. He talked for twenty minutes, laying out his thoughts while they were fresh, speculating about the curious things that were popping up in Jim Doherty’s old files. He had just started a new recording file when there was a sound outside in the hal way. Hubert terminated the recording, sending a copy to Kel y, and got up. He glanced at the knife a second time, but left it on the desk and walked to the door.