Elbow deep inside the filing cabinet including her head, she was about to call for Sheila, hoping she knew what had become of the file of the recent inventory printouts and the ones Pierre Reaux was requesting. The basement archives were always creepy to have to visit, but it’s where most of the property information was kept and with Grant nowhere around, she had to hunt through endless drawers of files. And Monsieur …. Since he could no longer freely trespass among us…. thanks to new border policies that were more insult than blow Faun thought for the French Canadian and then sighed —well, it was too bad as he kinda grew on her. He wasn’t so bad. Just annoying. Condescending. Often rude. So—what is his charm exactly? He was looking into the mystery person who was murdering the members of the Bishop family.
He wanted the copies of another set of files that recently had gone missing as it had to do with Arthur’s older legal files and properties
She heard a sound and assumed it was Sheila and as she turned she said,
“Shiela, do you have any idea where or why the property lease and titles have suddenly gone missing?”
Faun said all that when she turned and saw who darkened the doorway holding an armful of files
“Grant ….where have you been and why or how is it you ….” she lost momentum as she stammered limply, “suddenly show up now….?” as the sight of him made her aware of how starved of his very appearance she was. She fell silent and just stared at him.
“You mean these?” as if this answer now had the more relevance —yet, he held the files in question
“I have been overseeing since your absence because —believe it or not, our friendly Canadian pointed out awhile back that you likely needed my help whether or not you were aware I was even doing it ….so….um—how long have you been here?”
“No—I was just enjoying your rear view so—no not long….” his slow smile reminded her he was teasing her
the master of evasions
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