"I see," William said. "Has there been any communication between the two of you? A letter? An e-mail?"
"None."
"Hmm."
"Why do you ask? Is there a concern?"
"Well, it's more a curiosity than a concern really. Nothing to worry about. What's he doing now?"
"He's been in seclusion in Maine, at his vacation home. He still owns a large amount of Wallaby stock," Matthew added in an attempt to reassure the other man.
"Yes, well, that's no guarantee, is it." William said. It was not a question. He removed his glasses and lightly massaged his eyelids. "What I'm wondering about is the same thing I was curious about when I first contacted you, proposing this venture."
"Which is?" Matthew asked, fully knowing the reason before
William delivered the words.
"My biggest - " William started, but then paused abruptly to select his choice of words. "My initial motivation for wanting Wallaby was, of course, Jones's product in the pipeline, the Joey. And what is the Joey, really, but the physical evidence of Jones's vision? So naturally, I'm curious about what he's up to, now that he's not spending his time at Wallaby."
This concern had never occurred to Matthew, and apparently his expression said as much.