CHAPTER 12
OUT IN THE lobby, the angry old man looked into her eyes through the mirrored glass and shook his head with hers. His dark doubts sent Caroline running towards the car park. The drive downtown was slow with the car idling in heavy traffic. In panic, she dialed Mary’s room, but her concern proved unfounded.
“Me and Babushka are watching TV.”
“Would you do something for me? Would you call out and ask that kind police officer outside your door to talk to me.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know his name.”
“Why don’t you call him Mr. Policeman.” She listened hard and heard her daughter call out, twice. There was no answer.
“He can’t hear me.”
“Then go to the door, open it and call him. This is important. He must be out there, in the hallway.”
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