“So far I don’t see anything noteworthy.” Emma shrugged. “It’s in his own ‘code’ if you will.”
Nathan too was perplexed. “I’ve been trying to understand his thinking, get inside his head, see if I can figure out his symbolism. Makes we question whether this was the norm for him or something conjured up in case someone he didn’t want to find his notes, did.”
Emma signed. “It’s gibberish.”
“I’m up for taking a break. We’ve been at this for hours. How about a walk to clear the brain cells see if that helps?”
They grabbed their coats and headed outside. “How far is it to the main road from here?”
“Two and half miles.”
“Good, let’s jog it. I haven’t jogged in a couple weeks.” They set out slowly, pacing themselves, especially Emma as her muscles were still tender.
Once back inside, huddled over the notes once again, a few minutes passed before Nathan began laughing. It went from a chuckle to an outright roar. “OMG, I was thinking too seriously, too complicated.” He wiped tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes.
Emma’s smile stretched ear to ear, delighted by his laughter while wondering what had so pleased him so.
“He’s used a very simple grouping, five letters wide and two rows down. Take the first of the five letters and then go to the last letter of the second row. If you keep going, it creates words and sentences.”
Together they continued working through Marks’ notes until they had a name. “Jessop.” Nathan was perturbed and Emma stunned. “He’s been hand-picked to replace or follow in the Mayor’s footsteps.”
Nathan got up and paced. “I’m sorry, Emma, I have some work to do. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and left, anger in every movement and the line of his body.
Emma was concerned. She knew they had been if nothing else, friends. At least that was the picture portrayed in the few articles she’d found. If Nathan had worked on Jessop’s behalf on any level he’d feel duped and angry. Rightfully so. Now the only recourse would be to face Jessop down, find out what he was involved in and how far this had gone. He would be insulted that his name was linked with subterfuge of any kind. She knew enough about Nathan to know this was true. Wouldn’t she? She’d be so angry she could spit nails. She was furiously angry on Nathan’s behalf.