Chapter 22
Tuesday dawned gray and chilly with the promise of rain. I’d decided to take another day off. I had laundry I needed to take to the cleaners, and messages on my answering machine I had to listen to, as well as mail—Gregor had contacted the post office to let them know I was back, and my cleaning service had brought it in. I imagined there was a stack I had to sort through.
As for Mark—the evening before, he’d stated his intention of going in to work. In addition, he’d insisted Matheson could pick him up. It had taken a while, but finally I’d gotten him to agree that I would drive him. I had every hope that whatever needed clearing up at the WBIS would be dealt with expeditiously, and that Mark could spend the remaining five weeks Wallace had ordered him to take going easy on h
