A Brief Interlude“My sources tell me that the police know about the wig. They found glue in the waste basket in the room at the Regency.”
“Yes, well, they can't trace me from a bit of glue can they? It's not as if I left anything containing my DNA in the room did I? “
“You slept in the bed didn't you? You could have left skin cells on the sheets.”
“They didn't even know about me until days afterwards. All those sheets would have been through the hotel laundry system by then, and you know it.”
“Well, I just hope for your sake that they don't find anything to connect you with that room, or with me.”
“They won't. Now calm down will you?”
“Yes, right. I'm just getting a little nervous. They're floundering around as I expected them to but Connor is getting close without even realising it.
