Clair. Inside 68 Delisle, they buzzed Hollis. “You got my message?” she said. “What message?” Rhona said. “I have information that might help you. I don’t think it’s related, but I’ll leave it to you to decide.” They collected in Hollis’s office. She waved them to the visitors’ chairs and plunked down behind the desk. “Information for us. How long have you been keeping it?” Rhona grumbled. “Tell us.” Hollis related the story of Mary Montour and her one-person campaign to save Aboriginal women addicted to drugs, and told Rhona about her disappearance. Rhona didn’t comment immediately. Instead she glowered at Hollis and pursed her lips. Finally she spoke. “Where is Mary Montour?” “She’s gone to ground but she’s okay,” Hollis said, and from the look in Rhona’s eyes, she wished she hadn’t decided to tell them.
