Chewing my frustration, I make coffee, find work for my hands…
Klempner in pursuit of the Surgeon…
City-wide alert from the police…
What the hell’s happening?
happening?Maybe I could call Will?
But plain common sense tells me that the city police commissioner has his hands full. Random calls, even from old friends, would not be welcome.
Exasperating as it is, I’ll just have to wait for news. Doubtless, Klempner will be in touch at some point.
Michael strolls into the kitchen. “That’s Marty settled into a room. I left her making a call to her sister to arrange something more permanent.”
“You’ve not left her alone, surely?”
“Charlotte’s keeping her company for the moment.”
“How is she?” I offer up the coffee pot. “Or would you prefer a cold beer?”
“Beer please.” He drops into a se
