Geoffrey was just driving off in his ridiculous car, his two security boys lurking at the entrance, when I rejoined Jill. She didn't say anything about the long and clearly arduous conversation she'd endured, but from the curt way she waved off my evidence she was struggling to maintain her composure.

"Just take it to the doc," she grumbled before marching off. To where? Only Jill knew.

Got it. Doing my job and staying out of her way.

I took a moment to ...