CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENAmbrose Decker
There was a fairly large Holiday Inn in Nacogdoches, and Ambrose decided to spend the night there. The lot was almost full of cars, and he knew if anyone should investigate his movements, it was unlikely that in so crowded a motel, full of transients, anyone would recall him especially. He did not use his own name, and the number he gave for his car was one he had seen on a vehicle he had passed, abandoned, beside the road in Oklahoma. He found it felt good to get into harness again, using the skills he had perfected over his years as an agent.
Even though there was no money to be gained in this game, he enjoyed the fun of the chase. Even prey as tame as this woman was likely to prove to be should give him a boost of adrenalin, though it was going to be
