“I’ve got some stuff to do. I’ll be back soon.” He said. I had doubts about both things Kyle said but I didn’t say anything.As noon turned t... late afternoon, I must have texted him four ‘Where R U?’ messages before he responded, ‘Busy. C U @ club. 7pm.’‘This is ridiculous.’ I thought to myself. One way or another I was going to get some answers. Not only was Kyle not the brother I remembered, at all, but it seemed he was trying to work himself to death. It was as if he was getting ready to. Grantby sits back and thinks for a moment. He peers out of the window. Pigeons fly past to swoop down on crumbs in the street below. It's no good pecking around like them, he thinks. He needs some background information on Doctor Hahn. Some back channels are going to be best place to start. He 'phones an old friend in what used to be called 'Special Branch'. (2)The voice on the other end of the line is brusque. "Lockwood." Mick? Hi, Colin Grantby here. Look I wonder if you can give me a heads. She ended the lecture by assigning most of the questions in the back of the two chapters for the next assignment. I took my time gathering up my stuff and was one of the last ones out of the room as she walked out."My, you are a tall one Mr.?" she asked with a smile."Stewart, Mike Stewart, Professor Hiller," I replied."Ah yes, our resident hockey player extraordinaire," she remarked with a grin. "I must say I haven't a clue as to the rules of the game, I'm more into football, or soccer as you. . the people who work away from the spotlight.”Small, two-bedroom bungalow. Mortgage paid off eleven years ago. Back when Arlington was making major league money. Heather was 61, a little plump, a little vague, a little ditzy. And completely, totally, nice.Yes to coffee, yes to homemade sugar cookies.Tidy, everything was so tidy. Obviously she kept it that way; I’d called only an hour earlier. Heather was divorced; her husband had walked away back when her baby was only two years old. That, I.