Diana walks back in and Jack has a grumpy, “That must have been an epic lunch.”
She says, “It was, in a way. George, thank you and thank your friend for me.”
“I will. I hope we did some good.”
‘My friend’ So Mark did tell her about George.
Jack’s looking back and forth between us. “Alright, what’s the conspiracy?”
Diana opens her mouth, closes it again. She nearly starts crying. “George? Can you tell him?”
I look at Jack. “Five years ago, a friend of hers was kidnapped right before her eyes. They never found her. Cat, that’s my friend, knows the brother of the disappeared girl. We put two and two together and Diana and the brother just met for the first time in five years.”
‘Cat is my friend.’ What a sentence. It’s the only way to make the story work, though.
And more truthful by the day.
Jack gets up, “Diana, I’m sorry. I had no idea—”
She holds up her hand. “I know. I’m sorry.”
He stops and looks at me. I shrug. What can I tell you?
He gets Diana some coffee. Nice save.