Page 107 of Eclipse Bay

“Checking the whereabouts of everyone on the list for that two-hour window would take days and days of work,” Hannah said. “Even assuming it could be done at all. And we couldn’t ever be sure of the accuracy. Like Arizona said, it’s been eight years. No one’s going to recall many details.”

Rafe studied the large topographic map of Eclipse Bay and the surrounding vicinity that was laminated to the surface of the war room table. “Jed might be able to help us out there, too. He covered the reception. He might still have his notes.”

Hannah thought about that approach and shook her head. “He might have some old notes regarding the most newsworthy people in attendance. But he certainly wouldn’t have kept tabs on everyone in the crowd.”

“If we’re right, we’re looking for someone who may have been newsworthy, or at the very least, attached to the Thornley campaign.” Rafe rose from his chair. “It’s just barely possible Jed will be able to help us. Worth a try.”

“Well, it’s not like we have anything else to go on.” Hannah started to rise. “Without Arizona’s log for that night—”

“Didn’t say there wasn’t a log for that night,” Arizona drawled.

Halfway to her feet, Hannah paused. “What?”

Rafe planted both hands on the laminated map and leaned across the table. “A.Z.? You told us that log was missing from your file.”

A deep, hoarse chuckle rumbled through Arizona. “The original was stolen, like I told you.”

“Original?” Rafe waited.

“I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck,” Arizona said with cool satisfaction. “I’ve been in this business a long time. First thing I do when I get back from a recon job is make a copy of my log.”

Rafe started to grin. “I should have guessed.”

Hannah felt a small flicker of hope. “Where’s the copy of your missing log, Arizona?”

“Hidden in the bunker along with all the other copies.” Arizona glanced at the massive multifunctional steel watch on her wrist. “Take a couple of hours to drive to the site, dig out the log, and get back to town. What d’ya say we meet up out at Dreamscape at 1100 hours?”

“We’ll be waiting.” Rafe straightened. “Thanks, A.Z. I really appreciate this.”

“Sure. Any time.” Arizona gripped the arms of her desk chair and shoved herself to her feet. “Just glad to see some folks from around here finally start paying attention to what’s going on up there at the institute.”

“Innocent dupes of the world, arise,” Hannah murmured. “You have nothing to lose but your innocence.”

Rafe took her arm and headed toward the door. “We’ll keep you informed of everything we discover, A.Z.”

“You do that.” Arizona hesitated, concern furrowing her forehead. “And you two take care, hear? You’re tangling with the institute crowd now. That means you’re dealing with some ruthless types. Someone up there ordered the Sadler’s girl’s death to cover up something. Whoever did it might be willing to kill again.”

A chill went through Hannah. She cleared her throat. “Well, on that cheerful note—”

“By the way,” Arizona interrupted rather casually, “how long are you two gonna shack up together out there at Dreamscape?”

Anger surged, temporarily submerging the little thrill of dread Hannah had felt a few seconds ago. She jerked to a halt, spun around, and glared at Arizona.

“We arenotshacking up.”

Rafe tightened his grip on her arm. “Hannah, this isn’t the time to go into it.”

“The heck it isn’t.” Hannah grabbed the edge of the door as Rafe tried to haul her forcibly out into the hall.

“I want to set the record straight before we leave. Listen, Arizona, Rafe and I aresharingDreamscape until we negotiate a way out of the mess Isabel left us in. We are not shacking up there.”

“Sorta hard to tell the difference,” Arizona answered through a cloud of smoke.

“Not from where I stand,” Hannah retorted. “We’re sleeping on separate floors.”

“Sounds uncomfortable,” Arizona said.

Hannah was a bundle of simmering outrage. Rafe could feel her vibrating on the seat beside him. Winston had draped himself over the back of the seat and licked her ear repeatedly in an effort to console her, but she refused to be restored to a more reasonable mood.

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