asked Harriet abruptly. Sanders felt his hands tightening on the steering wheel; he made a concentrated effort to unknot his shoulders and keep his gaze calmly on the road. “Don’t know,” he said, his voice devoid of anger. “They could have, I suppose. If they were the ones who turned over your apartment.” “Would they have done that? Really? John, whoever went in there smashed up several thousand dollars’ worth of equipment. Doesn’t that come in the category of criminal behaviour?” He made a noncommittal noise. “More convincing, though, isn’t it?” he said. “You’d never believe that a government agency would do something like that, would you?” “Oh, wouldn’t I,” she growled. “But why would they do it?” “If it was the RCMP,” said Sanders, “and I’m not saying it was, they’re looking for evidence. The wrecking was just distraction.”
