As Bill spoke, she took quick notes of the important information. When, where... where Bole had gone. He was very correct in that it sounded exactly like Bole. Only he didn't seem to have a knife this time. How fortunate for Fleur. She'd almost expected to hear that one was thrown at the two of them as he'd fled.
"That is," she said softly, closing her notebook. "Thank you, Bill."