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“Quinn?”
    “I saw Alicia this afternoon. Around one o’clock.”
    He motioned for her to sit down, but they both remained standing. “Tell me,” he said, his expression even tighter.
    Quinn resisted the impulse to pace. How much should she tell him? She’d promised Alicia to be discreet, but never expected her to bolt the way she did. If she was in any trouble, Lattimore needed to know. He was in more of a position to help than Quinn was.
    “Quinn,” he said quietly, “I know Alicia hasn’t been herself recently. I’m worried about her mental health. She left early on Friday. She was agitated, anxious. She couldn’t sit still. I caught her crying, hyperventilating, before she left.”
    “I didn’t realize how burned out she was until today.”
    “What happened?”
    In that split second, Quinn decided to tell him everything, including as much of Alicia’s ramblings as she could remember. He listened without interruption. When she finished, Quinn was relieved that at least someone else now knew what she knew and could help figure out what to do. “I didn’t recognize the car that picked her up or see who was inside. If you think I should call the police-”
    “And tell them what? There’s no reason to think Alicia didn’t want to get in that car.”
    “She was totally freaked out, Gerard. I don’t know that she was capable of making a good decision.”
    “Let’s hope the people who picked her up were friends who understand she’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown and can help her. Do you think she’d been drinking? Was she on drugs?”
    “She didn’t seem drunk, no. On drugs-I just don’t see it.”
    He sighed. “I’m sorry. I know she’s been preoccupied the past few weeks. She’s taken a few extra days here and there-to stay at your cottage, I presume.”
    “I gave her a key after your party at the Yorkville marina last month and told her she could come and go as she pleased. I had no plans to use the cottage until later this month. When she first arrived in Washington, she helped me work on the place. We’re not as close as we once were…” Quinn wondered if she’d said too much. “I hoped the cottage might help to thaw things between us.”
    “I understand. I know it must be hard for you, worrying about her. Alicia can be very distant at times, but she’s smart and capable-she’ll find her way through her problems. I’ll see what I can do on my end.”
    “Alicia came to me for help. She never said what it was she wanted. Maybe there was nothing specific, but now…” Quinn shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know what to do.”
    “You’re a good friend to Alicia, Quinn, but sometimes-” He took in a breath. “Sometimes there’s just not a damn thing we can do to help even a friend.”
    “I’ve got time. I’ll drive down to Yorkville and see if she’s at the cottage. I don’t have a phone there-I can’t call and see if she’s there.” She thought a moment, liking this idea. “I can ask the neighbors what they know.”
    “Why not call them?”
    “I tried earlier. They’re not home. Anyway, I don’t want them to feel obligated to find Alicia. If she’s there and needs help-maybe I can do something. I can take work with me if she turns up fine in the meantime.”
    “Let’s hope she does.” Lattimore walked out into the hall, his footsteps silent on the thick Persian runner, also original to the building. “Going to show me your office?”
    “It’s just down the hall-it’s in the Octagon Room.” Quinn could hear how stiff she sounded. “Gerard-”
    “Maybe another time.” He rubbed the back of his neck in a rare display of awkwardness. “If you ever heard anything, knew anything, that would put me in a bad light, you’d tell me, wouldn’t you? Rumors, people’s agendas. Whatever.”
    She frowned. “Why? Is there something going on that I should know about? Does it affect Alicia-”
    “No, nothing like that. Sometimes the vultures get to me.