Chapter 17
Hunter awakened to the sound of a key being fitted into a lock. He sat up, disoriented, looking around the small room in which he had fallen asleep, now filled with grayish light. For a moment he had no idea where he was. He tensed as he heard the tumblers of the lock turning and sucked in some air as the door began to open. He flattened himself against the back of the couch.
Michael Burt filled the doorframe, ruddy from the cold but dressed in a tan topcoat and carrying a leather satchel. He c****d his head and smiled at Hunter, managing to look both pleased and puzzled at his presence. “Well, hello there.”
Hunter stood quickly, heat rising to his face at being discovered here in Michael’s home, wearing Michael’s clothes. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the
