He might have taken her word for it. After all, he didn't think much of her, but he did think she was smarter than the evidence presented.
But he couldn't ignore the situation when Edward phoned up with his own concerns.
"Do you know what the Captain's up to?"
"Is that a trick question?" Crane asked, wondering privately just why he had chosen to answer the ringing cell phone, and why its owner had left it out...and where the girls were, and why he should care.
"I'm serious. People are talking."
"Who?"
"Everyone."
"Define 'everyone.'"
"Do you know Noah Kuttler?"
"Mmm." Yes, he knew Kuttler, though not personally. If they could be said to run in social circles at all, the Scarecrow and the Calculator ran in different ones.
"I don't guess you've ever seen him drunk."
"Edward, I know how difficult this must be for you, but I have no interest in guessing games. If you can't give it to me straight, I'm hanging up."
Edward sighed.
"Will you ask Techie to call me back?"
"No."
And he didn't.