“Do you remember if he acted any different toward you after the party?” Angela asked.
“We didn’t really see each other much,” Fatima said. “I was busy trying to figure out what was wrong with me and he was busy collaborating with that musician.”
“He got the gig?” Angela asked.
“Yeah, after I turned it down,” Fatima replied. “It ended up being his big break.”
“And you don’t think that’s a little convenient?” Angela asked.
“Why would I?” Fatima replied. “He’s a talented artist. He earned that job.”
Angela crossed her arms. “Still doesn’t feel right.”
“Listen, if this is really the best you’ve come up with,” Fatima said, “you might as well tell Carey you give up. You gave it a good shot, but you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
Angela said nothing for a long moment, then turned away.
“I’ll be back when I have some proof,” she said.
She opened the door and headed down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she stifled a yawn. All the power-switching today had really drained her energy.
She grabbed her phone. Carey was probably waiting for an update, but she had no idea what to tell him now. She called Genesis instead.
“Hey, honey,” Genesis said. “How goes the investigation?”
“I’ve hit a dead end,” Angela replied. “I think I need to take a break, clear my head. Are you doing anything right now?”
“Just sitting on my couch, watching some anime,” Genesis said. “Care to join me?”
“I’d love to,” Angela said. “See you soon.”
She took the bus instead of flying and made it to the Jacobs’ house in a little over an hour. The downstairs door was unlocked so she headed right in. Genesis was sitting on the couch in her boxers and a tank top, watching a bunch of cartoon teens in school uniforms fighting monsters. Angela plopped down and leaned her head on Genesis’s shoulder.
“What’s this show about?” Angela asked.