Chapter Twenty-TwoTrevor stopped pacing and stared at the drawing on his desk. Chaos reigned on the paper. Phrases and stray words intersected with lines and arrows. The process was always like this. He would find the connection; he usually did, but before that happened, the clues and information resembled a plate of spaghetti. He resumed his march around the room then paused at the window when movement outside caught his attention.
A statuesque woman wearing a red beret hurried across the car park toward a dark coupe. Miss Brown? His pulse quickened. What was she doing at the station? The driver's door opened, and a handsome man who looked to be in his thirties stepped out. He circled the vehicle and embraced the woman before giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. He opened the passen
