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Chapters (58)
  1. Cover
  2. Other Books by This Author
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Acknowledgments
  7. Prologue
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  58. Author’s Note

“I have…I just want you to know how much you’ve meant to me.”

I leaned forward and kissed her again, hoping to convey that I shared her feelings. When our lips finally parted, she glanced into the hallway. “Well, we’d…I’d…better get to sleep.”

I walked her to her room, then ran my hand gently through her hair. She moved her lips to mine once more and kissed me gently.

“Good night, Creighton.”

“Good night.”

30

Lauren finally left the house at noon. I glanced out the window as she did; a DC police car was parked outside. I pulled up a visiscreen in Abby’s room, and we tapped Sabin.

“Are you both all right?” His concern seemed genuine.

“We’re fine,” Abby said, reassurance in her voice. “Sabin, Lauren insisted that we stay at your place. She has police outside.”

He nodded. “I think you’re safe there. The last thing Lauren would want is an incident at the house.”

“Sabin,” I asked, “do you think Lauren suspects anything about your contact with us?”

“No. As Abby can attest to, Lauren and I aren’t in the best place these days. Given the amount of time we spend apart, keeping secrets is fairly easy.”

I thought for a moment. “Can I ask you to keep one more?”

“Sure.”

“My father’s suicide message. I need to know if it’s authentic.”

We ended the tap. I looked at Abby. “I’m going out on a limb here, trusting Sabin.”

“He’ll come through.” She stood up. “So…what can we accomplish on a Sunday?”

“We can relax.”

“Relax? Creighton, we have so much to do, so much we need to find out.” She started pacing the room. “Can’t we make it to Boston, to the mental hospital, before the end of the day?”

“No.”

“Why not?” She stopped and put her hands on her hips.

I had to choke back a laugh at her expression. “Because the people we want to see won’t be there today. Abby, it’s okay to take half a day to regroup. I have an idea. We’re in DC—let’s do some sightseeing.”

A frown indicated what she thought of that proposal. “Sightseeing? Do you think that’s safe?”

I chuckled. “Now look who’s worried about safety.” I reached out and took her hand. “I know we have to be cautious. But Lauren was right; the guy in Dallas is in custody. You can’t shoot a gun in a public place and not be caught.”

“Why not? If there are no witnesses…”

“Because every building has holographic sensors that, from people’s chips, recreate for the police a picture of who was there and what they were doing. Then tracking him down via his chip is simple. And, as far as we can tell, he’s the only person that was after you.”