“If Piatella catches you here, now that you’re suspended, he might even confine you to quarters. He’s suspicious—might even have a hint at what you are trying to do.”
Farley let that go by; Walt was still fishing. “I’m off.”
Walt backed up to let him rise. “I hope you can pull it off. I also hope, you reckless little bastard, that Flash survives—wherever she is.”
That makes three of us, Farley thought as he walked away, unless Piatella cares, too.
*****
Flash stood on the top of the highest rise of land within easy walking distance and glared around bitterly. All she saw was open rolling land with clumps of trees in the hollows, a greenish-blue sky, here and there a twisty whirl of white cloud, and off in one direction, a black wall of it. She looked at that and grimaced. It was visib
