For two days, I haven’t heard from Leona. Which isn’t strange in itself. But I’m still a little frustrated. She fled my house Monday morning like a thief. She texted me a few hours later with thanks for hosting her. Something succinct and very formal. Nothing that would suggest any complicity that might have settled between us.
I stroll through the offices of the estate. I’ve nothing special to do here, but I found a reason to prowl near Leona’s. It’s empty like every time I’ve been past the last few hours. She can’t be in a meeting all this time! I decide to put the question to Jack. They’re always glued to each other, those two; he must know where to find her.
“She’s ill,” he tells me.
“Sick? But what exactly does she have?”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“I don’t know, she didn’t give me
