July 18
“Mm, that’s right,” Sabretti said, “but it’s really only half the story.”
“The highlights of the rest,” Katherine spat, “being that Alex MacKenzie could barely wait to accuse us.”
“I don’t think that was ever actually said,” Sabretti said, calmly, “but given that Mr. MacKenzie did list the Foundation’s office as Rob’s last known whereabouts, it stands to reason he thinks you folks had something to do with it.”
“Have you spoken to Mrs. MacKenzie?” Phillip asked.
“She’s listed on the Missing Persons report as well,” Chloe said. “Occam’s Razor dictates that she took off with Rob, wouldn’t you say, Detective?”
“I’d love to believe that, Miss Reed,” Sabretti said, “but at this point it’s just conjecture. We’d need proof.”
“How can I help?” Phillip asked. The glare he got from Katherine told him she thought his first step should be ‘shut up’; in response, he just closed his eyes for a hair longer than a blink.
“Let’s start with the basics, then, Mister Brookfield,” Sabretti said. “Where were you between six am and ten am yesterday morning?”
“I got my children off to school, then at eight thirty I caught the bus in to work,” Phillip said.
“Got a transfer stub?”
“My TransiTicket was scanned when I got on, and at the Forbes Street T Station,” Phillip said. “Also, surveillance cameras there should have me stopping at a vending machine for a Coke. I lost a quarter in that machine, Detective, and if you could contact whoever’s in charge of those…?”
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