'I should have heard him sooner, but I was listening to the man who sounds like a teacher.' 'You had just got to the part about Flight 29 being like the Mary Celeste. He might have been an interested lecture-goer instead of a man sitting on a table in a deserted airport restaurant with his feet planted beside a bound man lying in a pool of his own blood. 'It turned out all right, Dinah.' Then she looked out at the empty terminal and her own words mocked her. If we leave him untied, he might do just that next time.' He would have grabbed Dinah instead of Bethany if she had been closer.
I don't know if our current adventure did that to him or if he just growed that way, like Topsy, but I do know he's dangerous. Bob Jenkins stepped away from him the moment he began to move, even though the revolver was now safely tucked into the waistband of Brian Engle's pants, and Laurel did the same, pulling Dinah with her.Ĭraig cried out and his eyelids fluttered. But the eyes had also been rather unremarkable, hadn't they? And didn't Darren's eyes have something, perhaps even a great deal, to do with why she had made this trip in the first place? Hadn't she decided, after a great deal of close study, that they were the eyes of a man who would behave himself? A man who would back off if you told him to back off?Ĭraig groaned and waved his hands feebly. Widely spaced, clear eyes in a goodlooking - if unremarkable - face. She could not help comparing Nick Hopewell's eyes with the eyes in the pictures which Darren Crosby had sent her. Nick gazed at her for a moment, and she dropped her eyes at once. 'Is anybody dead?' Dinah asked nervously. 'The man is unconscious, after all, and bleeding.' 'Do you really have to do that?' Laurel asked quietly.
0 kommentar(er)
