Little girl
It took him all the next day to get from Harrison back to Manhattan and when he arrived it was night again.
He had managed to keep off the main roads by taking buses and getting off after a couple of stops; he had hitchhiked, and some good Samaritan had even offered to take him straight back to New York, but he had refused and let himself be dumped on the corner of side streets.
If the police were alerted, they could not just look for him along the side of some major thoroughfare, they would have to check every bus, taxi and private vehicle on the island. In the meantime, he would keep moving.
They would wait for him wherever they thought he would return: his home, his office, April's flat. It was part of standard procedure.
Mason Stone advanced in the dark, looking for a
