Chapter 35
Several hours under police protection, or guard, which was more like how it felt, and nothing happened. It was down time.
Dead time.
Sergeant Winter was not among their keepers, he was out with what remained of his dilapidated force searching the park area. Gordon wondered how many of them would be coming back. Their protection that early morning consisted of two off-duty police, watching late night television and drinking endless pots of coffee, and a state trooper making endless circuits around the hotel.
By midnight the fearful anticipation they felt had melted into exhaustion. They simply lay on the motel room bed, the long-separated father and daughter, and Shannon. Sometimes they stared wordlessly at each other, sometimes at the television, though none could conce
