I blink at him a few times. A few hundred times. “Excuse me?”
“I said”—Clive rolls his eyes—“they took Sam Ford out of the building. On a stretcher.”
“When?”
“Earlier.”
“Earlier? When? Why?”
Clive shrugs.
What the hell is he talking about? “Tell me what happened.” I know he knows something because Clive always knows shit.
“I heard Alison had something to do with it. Someone saw her talking to the paramedics.”
“What time was that?”
“Earlier. Geez, man,” he grumbles. “Pay attention. It all happened today, and since it’s barely eleven o’clock in the morning….”
“Right.” I look up at Clive and find him staring at me like I’m supposed to do something. “Do you want me to do something?”
“Can you find out what happened?”
“I’ll try. I’ll ask around.”
“You’ll get more than I will. Everyone’s pissed at me because they think I wrote that green folder.”
Thinkhe wrote it? “You didn’t?”
Clive shakes his head, then shrugs.
Hmm. I’m not sure what to think about that, but then our eyes meet, and for some reason, I believe him. “So, someone set you up?”
He shrugs again, and I’m not sure how to take that. “I knewyoudidn’t write it.” With a snort, he adds, “I mean, I kept hearing how you’re about to be fired because of stuff in that folder, so….”
“Who told you I was getting fired?”
He arches his brow at me but says nothing.
“Okay,” I say releasing a breath. “So, you want me to get answers for you, but you won’t tell methat?”
“I’m not at liberty to say.” Clive looks down at his hands and begins to fidget.
“I guess we’re done here,” I mumble under my breath.
“You’ll still check, though?”
“I will.” I hesitate. “Maybe Graham will send out an email.”
We both chuckle at that notion. Clive rolls his eyes again. He does that so often that I’m surprised they haven’t stuck that way. “He’snot going to tell us.”
I walk around my desk until we’re face-to-face. Well, face to chest, since I’m about eight inches taller than Clive. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
For the first time in about a year, Clive smiles at me, and it’s a real one rather than a sneer. “Thanks, man.”
“Right. Let me go see what I can find out.”
I step out of the office and make my way to the conference room where Alison has set up shop. When I get there, it’s empty. Next, I look in the break room. She’s not there either, but Brendan, Silvia, and Lindsay are, whispering.
