Nick spent the rest of the afternoon looking for an opportunity to get into Carson’s office. But Carson had sequestered himself in there with the door closed.
In the meantime, Nick took Winston for a long, rambling walk. He scoured the greenhouse and potting shed for a place where his mother might have hidden a letter. He tried to get into the guest suite, but it was securely boarded up. And all the while his father stayed put in his office.
At one point Nick went to see Carson on the pretext of needing a stapler. He chatted for a while, angling to see if his father was planning to leave at all. But Carson insisted that he was snowed under and would be busy all day.
‘What are you working on?’ asked Nick, itching to get his hands on the computer. Wishing he could rifle through the filing
