“If you’re here about the Lydovuterine-B,” Natalie pretended equanimity at Janette’s sudden appearance by her car, “I’ve already destroyed it.”
“And your notes? Those who protect our secret know few restraints.”
“‘Those who—’ You said that before. Who do you mean?”
Janette looked around the parking lot. “Nicolas says that you resist mesmerism. That failing can be fatal. Lock up all your evidence — facts, figures, tout-ce-que — together and carry the key. When the time comes, yield that key. It is your only chance.”
“Why should I trust you?” Natalie shivered.
Janette shrugged. “Nicolas does.” She disappeared into the night.