John connected almost instantly with one of the frogs left with Kit. It was in the house, in Al’s study.
Against the far wall Kit cowered in terror beside Al’s desk. In front of her was the massive figure of a man who advanced with menace in every line of his body. John couldn’t see the man’s face. He didn’t need to. He heard his voice. And he cursed again his own stupidity in leaving Kit unwarned and unprotected.
“You sent copies of your husband’s papers to Jerry Randolph,” the man was saying. “I want the originals and all other records of his. They disappeared from his office at the Institute.”
“No, I don’t have them!” Kit tried to back farther into the corner.
“Get them, Kit,” said John suddenly. “Get them and give them to him. They don’t matter anymore.”
A sudden start of surprise
