Chapter Twenty One
Enter Strelnikov
The next morning, there was never any doubt that Jack would fly back to the States at Countess Vronsky’s behest. Suki settled that issue in bed, over and over again, just to make sure. Jack looked haggard but content when he approached the limousine with a suitcase. To me, the only mystery was the purpose of his flight.
But Jack steered the conversation in other directions. “Looks like you’re doing OK for yourself,” he suggested, loading Suki’s small suitcase in the trunk. They planned a short trip. As soon as the Countess called to say Russleder was safe from violence, they’d return. “Sorry we couldn’t talk,” Jack continued. “I was, uh, very busy.”
“I’ve been through a lot,” I confessed. “Remember my three predictions last spring? You said if any of
