Alexander
“He’s gone into hiding.”
Conrad peeled an onion and chopped it in half. Then he took one half at a time and cut them quickly into thin, half-moon slivers.
“I don’t think that’s what he started out doing when he left,” he continued. “But it’s what he’s doing now. Hunkered down, and I’m thinking, about to stay a while. Either he got the idea that we, or someone else, were onto him. Or he’s planning to wait something out… something he knows is coming, and we don’t.”
He was speaking about Fiona’s father. Conrad had gone after the scoundrel when he left town several days ago, expressing to me a single purpose in doing so: “We can’t lose track of him.”
He followed the man around for several days, driving through every major city on this side of the country, and finally decide
