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wasn’t much I could do about it, no matter how unhappy I was with the direction events were headed. It’s not as though I could lock Kat up just for being here and being the perfect antithesis of me. Which was exactly what Jed needed right now.
    “Fine. Let’s get to work.”
    The rest of the morning and early afternoon passed in an uneasy silence. Occasionally Jed or Kat would make a joke about something they found of Frank’s, but after the first couple of stony responses from me they left me out of it.
    For presumably a simple man of the road, Frank kept an absolutely enormous stash of files. Not only did it seem that he kept obsessive track of almost anything he had ever done or conversation he had ever had, which should have helped us, but he was also a hoarder, and the amount of useless information jumbled into everything was killing any flow that we tried to build.
    “Seriously, what the fuck!” I burst shortly after noon. “There’s no fucking order to any of this! How could someone be so anal about tracking every little thing, and then have no organization to those notes at all? Look at this notebook.” I pulled one out of a pile at random. “There’s a detailed list of what Frank had eaten that day. Followed by what appears to be a chart that tracks the amount of on-screen time for each actor in Goodfellas, and then followed by a set of random numbers. What are we supposed to do with any of this?”
    There were mounds of the little notebooks, stacks of loose papers, and bundles of folders. If the information we were looking for was hidden in the margins of the books in some code it would take years to figure out, if it was even possible.
    “This is insane,” Jed said. “I mean, I knew Frank was an untrustworthy, cagey old man. And he definitely wasn’t stupid. But this is over the top. I can’t tell for the life of me if this is genuine mess, or all some sort of cryptic book keeping method that he had kept to himself all this time.”
    Kat stretched out and yawned. “I don’t know about you two, but I need a break from this.” She turned to Jed. “Want to go for a ride?”
    I bit my tongue. She had all the right in the world to invite Jed for a ride. She had her own bike, after all. She was a proper biker, raised in the culture, born to it, and loved it. I was just a woman who happened to get caught up with Jed and couldn’t seem to let him go even if we weren’t the best match in the world.
    “That would be great.” Jed said. “I need to feel the wind on my face.”

SABOTAGE
    I let them go without a fight. I couldn’t blame them for wanting to take a break, but I wasn’t going to go chasing after them and demand that Jed let me ride on the back of Nightshade. As much as I loved that bike and the feelings that it always created in my body, I was too conflicted to want to put myself through that at the moment and have that power taken away from me. Kat’s words when we first met still stuck with me, about how I was another girl breathless from the bike’s incessant vibrations.
    Well screw her, anyway! I threw a notebook across the room. Who does she think she is coming in here and making me feel so shitty about myself?
    I knew that it wasn’t anything that Kat was actively doing, though. She was just a plain better match for Jed than I was, and I knew it. I didn’t sense any hostility from her but I just couldn’t let myself try and get to know her.
    Ugh.
    I turned back to the work of trying to force some sort of order in the apparent chaos. There was still a suspicion creeping in the back of my mind that Frank had left everything in some sort of precise arrangement, and if we only knew what the key to deciphering it was we would be able to find everything we needed.
    My feet went on the desk as I let my eyes close and my mind work. If we can draw some sort of pattern maybe we’ll be able to crack this. We should start taking notes on what topics come up the most often and the most