CHAPTER : 16Jennifer Linton walked until she got inside the clock tower, well out of sight of the man in the government sedan. Then she ran up the stairs and knocked on the living-room door. “Fish!” She waited a second before she opened it. He wasn’t there. Through the windows behind her she could see the large heavy-set man taking off his gray felt hat and wiping his forehead, waiting by the porte-cochere. She called again, and ran through to the kitchen. The doors of the small foyer were open, and she saw him on one of the bird’s-eye maple beds, his coat on the back of a chair, shades drawn, sound asleep. She ran quickly through, catching her breath as she stopped at the side of the bed, her whole young heart alive in her face.
I hate to wake him, he must be worn out. She put her hand o
