Chapter Six
Jason was still asleep when she woke the next
morning. While she showered and dressed, Kristie ran the vision
over and over in her head. There were no clues in it to how she
might do anything about the situation. Nothing at all she could act
on.
The desolate terror in the man’s eyes still
haunted her. She wished she had some idea who he was or where the
scene had taken place. She left the room quietly in search of
coffee.
By the time she’d retrieved two cups of java
from the pot in the lobby, she’d reached the only available
conclusion. When the time was right, if there would ever be such a
time, she would know what to do. She couldn’t find much comfort in
that answer, but it did provide a way to cope.
When Jason finally woke, Kristie was sitting
in one of the c
