Greening already had a motel room there, so she’d followed him from Bishop. When they’d arrived, she’d checked into a room of her own and had been asleep within minutes of stretching out on the bed. Greening woke her with a phone call at 9:00. She was up and out of the room in thirty minutes and found Greening waiting by her car. He was wearing a suit again. She guessed he was on the clock.“You’re riding with me today. You can leave your car here. I cleared it with the motel.”Zoë tossed her overnight bag in the trunk of the rental.“You hungry?”She nodded.“Great. I found a good place yesterday.”They drove to a diner, where they got a booth with a view of Mammoth Mountain and ordered breakfasts. Zoë got the feeling that Greening had been working for a couple of hours before he roused her. He would have no doubt been reporting on last night’s festivities.“So you came out here to check up on me?” she asked.“I’m looking into your case. It can help us with ours and, hopefully, vice versa.”“When did you come out here?”“Yesterday.”“Have you learned anything?”“Not much.
