Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, "They're looking for me."
"Not Robert Durant's people?"
"No." Nora replied confidently, "It has nothing to do with Robert Durant. If Robert Durant's people were really looking for me, then they must have the same goal from different paths."
Humphrey Jennings frowned.
Their discussion yielded no results, so they let it go.
*
At three in the afternoon, Nora Scott drove to Biel Security.
This was her third visit, and the treatment was noticeably better. At least on the fourth floor, those previously hostile, wary, and skeptical eyes were nowhere to be found.
"Hall Master!"
Rosie Sullivan arrived a step earlier, standing at the office door waving at her.
Nora Scott walked straight over.
This time she was here because of next month's "meeting of all Biel Hall elders."
Invitations had been sent out, delivered to each elder's hands, but the feedback Nora Scott received was—none of the elders took her seriously.
