![]() ![]() The cab took ten minutes to get to Seventy-second and Broadway, which was the wrong direction, but this entire journey should be hard to follow. But for a novice, it was nerve-racking anyway. No perverts, at least none she could spot. She looked at the floor, but from behind the dark shades, she studied the people. Stare at the floor and hold the bag, she kept telling herself. It wasn't crowded, and she took a seat near the center doors. She waited in the correct spot with a group of drunk but well-dressed teenagers, and the train arrived in a couple of minutes. Have you seen the papers this morning? Coal asked. They gave us a copy of it almost two weeks ago, so we assume they're pursuing it. But then, she was not certain of anything. She was certain Stump had not seen her, but he was in the city, and of course he had friends. She had bought four tickets at O'Hare with American Express, and somehow they knew she was in New York. Once again, her mistake had been credit cards. Surely, please, surely, they had not stuck to her on this jagged escape. Again, she sat in the rear and watched every passenger. She had five minutes, and found her train as it was boarding. It is perfectly logical, if one is so inclined to kill Supreme Court Justices. ![]() The first two men who saw it are dead, and the person who wrote it has disappeared. Maybe one day she could return and spend a month and admire the city without watching for Stump and Thin Man and who knows who else who was out there. She had never seen Penn Station, but this was not the time to sightsee. The drunk kids exited at Times Square, and she got off quickly at the next stop. Richard Horton, the Attorney General, had talked to Coal, and now Coal was alarmed. But it was seven, and he was sitting at his desk wearing a tie, listening to Fletcher Coal suggest what they ought to do about this and about that. He wanted to sleep late, then play golf whenever he woke up. IT WAS SATURDAY MORNING, and the Queen was in Florida taking money from the rich, and it was clear and cool outside. She pulled a paperback from the bag and pretended to read it. ![]()
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