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“Darling,” Whitley began after Dillan had hung up & placed his phone back on the work-eating table, “why didn’t you just make plans to go back to the newspaper office since we DO know when we’re meeting the builder?”

“Because,” Dillan replied, choosing his words carefully while taking a bite of his remaining breakfast, “something just doesn’t feel right about this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I can’t quite put my finger on it, honey,” Dillan tried to explain. “Fred seemed all helpful, yet, I get the feeling he is hiding something. On top of that, in light of my ‘hunch’ about Fred, thinking about my conversation with Mr. Salisberry, even he had an air of hiding something….”

Dillan’s voice trailed off, so Whitley took the opportunity to interject a devil’s advocate thought: “Darling, you may be reading WAY too much into both of those. Maybe they had something happened that distracted them, & thus, they weren’t fully engaged with your conversation.”

“Maybe,” Dillan nodded in agreement while taking another breakfast bite. “Yeah, I suppose that is possible.”

“But?” Whitley prompted.

“BUT,” Dillan repeated, eating the last bite of his breakfast before throwing his plate & utensils into the same garbage can Whitley had earlier. “But … it all just seems too coincidental to me.”

“I see,” Whitely acknowledged, standing up. “Well, while your mind continues to churn about all that, we probably should get ready to head to the house.”

Dillan glanced at his watch: “Oh, my, yes soon!”

With that, the 2 took turns in the bathroom getting ready. Meanwhile, Fred had finally gotten the nerve to call Mr. Salisberry.

“I may’ve spooked him,” Fred told Mr. Salisberry after the 2 exchanged brief over-the-phone greetings.

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, I told him that his Granddad probably didn’t intentionally hide anything from him,” Fred explained into the phone receiver.

“Huh? Why would you tell him that?” Mr. Salisberry prompted.

“Because,” Fred continued, “when I asked him why the photo was so important to him, he told me it seemed like there is a part of his Granddad’s life he didn’t know about, so he is very curious about it.”

“Oh,” Mr. Salisberry acknowledged. “So, you telling him that his Granddad probably didn’t hide anything from him makes him think you know something you’re not telling him.”

“Right,” Fred confirmed.

“Which, technically, is true.”

“Right,” Fred sighed.

“So, now what?” Mr. Salisberry repeated a familiar query.

“I don’t know,” Fred said slowly. “I do know he is planning to drop by the newspaper office later today again to take a look at the clipping I have … with the back of the original print in tact. I’ll try to get a better read on him then.”

“Wait a minute,” Mr. Salisberry said, looking at some monitors hooked up to various cameras around the hotel. “Looks like they are leaving now….”

“Probably headed to visit the builder,” Fred suggested. “At least, he told me they had a meeting with the builder today, which is why he didn’t know when he’d stop by again today.”

“Ah, OK,” Mr. Salisberry said.

“Anyway, when I see him next, I’ll try to get a better read on him & we can go from there.”

“OK. Meantime, I have work to do, so I guess I’ll talk to you later, after you see him again.”

“Yep,” said Fred, who then hung up the phone, with Mr. Salisberry following suit.

Fred buried his mind & efforts into an archival project the newspaper brass had assigned to him; meanwhile, Mr. Salisberry glanced at the framed photo of the 1950 Cadillac & wondered if he should try to take matters into his own hands….