If De Vries looked askance at him, McGrady didn’t see. He watched as Van Dijk jotted down the new information. Still nothing. No reaction. He put the pen back in its holder. He folded the piece of paper into a square, and pocketed it. He pulled out a watch and checked the time. An innocent act, maybe. It would look that way to De Vries. But he wasn’t doing it for De Vries. This was a show for McGrady. A test. He snapped it closed and set it on the desk.
