Shocked, Germaine said, “New one on me!”
“Smoke and mirrors, just smoke and mirrors. It’s a matter of finding out how the hell she’s doing this.”
“She some sort of magician?” Germaine asked curious now the shock had worn off.
“We didn’t find any evidence at the crime scene to indicate anyone else was ever present, right? So, no, more to it than that, she’s manipulated the entire event beginning to end.”
“How?” Germain was absolutely perplexed.
“That’s what we need to figure out.”
After running the hologram back and forth too many times to count, Randal said, “I’m meeting Sherry in half an hour, I’ll have to leave this until later.” He rose and shut the programs down. “Perhaps if we step back, it’ll become clearer. There’s something I’m not seeing I should be.”
“Yeah, I get you, this is mind-boggling.”
“I’d invite you to dinner, but we need to maintain the illusion of distance otherwise Damara might become overly curious and suspicious.”
“Yeah, when this is over, we’ll get together. I’m looking forward to it.”
“You are a good friend, Germaine. We’ve had to keep our distance so my disgrace doesn’t rub off on you.”
“No disgrace on you, Randal, on those that perpetrated this atrocity, for sure.” Slapping Randal on the back, he headed out.