John still had nothing. After days of digging, and his investigator's best find was that Karen had taken up smoking again… heavily, almost compulsively, according to the notes. Beyond that, nothing. No meetings he could trace, no calls that led anywhere. She wasn't slipping, which in itself told him something. Karen slipped constantly when she wasn't actually planning anything. He sat beside Tony in the back of the car, on the way to Claire's event, and turned the absence of information over again, like maybe this time it would yield something it hadn't the last twenty times.Natalie had been quiet too, since her last unannounced visit to his office. He wanted her to eventually see him as a man making his own decisions and living with the consequences, not a project she still had leverage over. "If Karen does anything to mess this up tonight," John said, watching the buildings slide by, "I don't think I'll ever forgive her for it."He sounded more wound up than Claire had been that
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