3
Fritz lay in bed with Beverly sleeping on his outstretched arm. It was early afternoon and the sky was darkening before a storm. Six to eight inches, the forecast said.
Christmas white.
He thought about Alice Kern. He knew little about the girl. He had seen her photo among all the others he routinely got about the Agency. He remembered her looking about mid-twenties. She was a low-level analyst.
Daughter of Will Kern. That might matter. Should, since Fritz Zimholt didn’t believe in coincidence.
Ingelene would find out more. How the Kern girl had killed the assassin. Why she was being moved to the Aviary. What job they had for her there. How the girl fit into everything else.
Including whether she had any connection to the extraordinary young woman Fritz had heard about at the Aviar
