There was nothing to be gained by berating and browbeating the guard on duty, but Eve did it anyway. “She looks at him, smiles tearfully, and asks if she can go sit in the gardens.” Eve rolled her eyes and tapped the note Clarissa had left behind in her palm. “Then she uses the can I have a glass of water routine she did with Zeke and our boneheaded hero runs off to fetch.” She circled the conference room, waiting for Zeke to be brought in. “Oops, where’d she go? It takes him thirty fucking minutes to call it in because he’s so sure a sweet little thing like her is still around somewhere. But does he check her room? See the tearful good-bye note?” Eve unfolded it again while Peabody wisely remained silent. I’m sorry, so sorry, for everything that happened. It was my fault. All of it. Please forgive me. I’m doing what’s best for Zeke. He can’t be held responsible. I can never face him again.
