CHAPTER IX“Walk the hills, Jim. Tramp the valleys. Renew old acquaintances, seek out old friends. Be completely yourself. Do not hurry like a man rushing to catch a train, or a man in love late for a date. This is too important, too urgent. If the enemy is coming at you, laying down a steady barrage, you must be very calm and relaxed. Otherwise you will not move nearly fast enough.”
The Bureau Chief’s words echoed in Lawrence’s mind as he descended from the train at Quarry Hill, walked with him across the crowded station, and hovered persistently at the edge of his consciousness as he tipped a redcap to retrieve his luggage and was driven in a ramshackle, 1987-model coupe to the River View Inn.
He registered for a single room with running water, large, airy and sunny, and went to bed the
