There were sirens coming as Sam left
the room.
The door was open to the lawyer’s
partner’s office. The middle aged woman was gone; the partner was not in sight.
Miles followed to the doorway of his
office as Sam strode into reception, turning to make eye contact with the
receptionist.
She was standing right in the centre
of the reception area, almost in his way, staring at him. Her head was bent a
little to the side, her neck straining, eyes almost blank. There was not a sign
of fear.
Staring.
Staring.
For a moment he paused, sure it
reminded him of something, then raised his hand and pushed her out of the way.
He ran to the exit, looked back and
flashed his eyes at the lawyer. “Thanks for the info.” Then he was out on the
street, running. The sirens were getting closer. When he saw the lights in the distance,
he slowed to a walk. The police car shot past and braked.
Sam smiled, slipping his sunglasses
onto his face. He went on toward where his car was parked, not hurrying; not
afraid.
He knew where Jack was now.
He knew exactly where.
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