THIRTY-SEVEN
Chaise made a log of all the houses, noting their size, how many people came and went, whether the streets were busy. He didn’t notice anything suspicious, nor signs of Vladimir or his brother. Chaise had only Marianne’s vague description of the man to go by, but he felt he would know him, given his size. Those who did arrive were typical student types. By eight o’clock, he had enough details to devise a plan.
His last call took him to the old house where Lomax had taken him. As he approached, he saw the door open and a light shining from the hallway. He hesitated. It has been a long day, so he decided enough was enough and turned to go.
The Jeep came down the street and for a moment Chaise pondered on making a run for it, or a stand. The Walther pressed against his waistba
