CHAPTER 39
The man had taken up a position at the living room window of the flat he'd entered; it looked out and down onto the main entrance to the General Hospital. From his vantage point looking down, he could clearly see all who entered and left and had an uninterrupted view of the steps right up to the entrance. He unlatched the window which slid to one side and drew the light cotton curtains across the open space.
He glanced at his watch; it was just eight-thirty. According to the client's information, Fred Mayer wouldn't be released before the official time of nine o'clock. Satisfied, he slipped out of his jacket and tossed it onto the floor. As he did, he cast a quick glance at the slender body lying there face up. Her lifeless eyes protruded from a head that connected unnaturally
