Slowly, Jon nodded. "I can believe that." Jon still held a heavy mistrust of these people, but he was beginning to mistrust everything concerning the stone, and their story was checking out.
"But who was it that called you? And how do you or I know that they aren't decieved by the same fallibility of memory as Sarah or I? There's a story here somewhere, some incident or motivating reason you've been called here, I think."
Rebecca looked at Jon hard, trying to decide something. Choosing her words carefully, she said "Of course there is. But Jon, you must understand there are limits on what I am permitted to tell you. And frankly, I doubt you would believe me, Jon. You don't trust me yet, I can tell, and it's a rather bizarre tale."
"I understand, and don't worry, after what I've seen, I think I'll find many things much more believable." Now that I know the stone's in play, anything is possible, he thought.
"Really?" Hearing her tone, Jon realized he may have slipped up. That could have just told her he had the stone! Would Rebecca pick up on the hint, now or later?
If she did, she gave no immediate indication of it, at least. "Well, if you really want to know what happened before, I'll talk to some of the higher-ups and see if I can't get clearance to tell you that story, later. But in return, we need your agreement and cooperation, Jon. This nosing about at 4 AM simply will not do; it's causing problems for us and will cause you many more if you push it too far."
Jon sighed. "Fine. Deal. I'll behave myself. Just don't mess with my life or my friends too much, okay? Not until I know what this is about."
"Don't worry about that. We're the good guys, remember?"
