HE was sleeping peacefully on the sofa when suddenly he was wide awake. He raised his head up in a quick motion, and his gray eyes flew open, as the hair stood up on his arms. He had a very sensitive sense of hearing. He closed his eyes again as he listened, and then stood up and grabbed a jacket with a single stride across the narrow room. With his head erect, the tattoo on his chest disappeared back into his shirt.
Elias Townsend slipped quietly over the windowsill of the hotel he booked after they all agreed to his suggestion , that it would be better for him not to stay with them in the house , made his way down through the fire escape after closing the window gently behind him. It was cold. He had been in town for two weeks. He had been traveling for months. He got work where he coul
