She had bought four tickets at O'Hare with American Express, and somehow they knew she was in New York. Once again, her mistake had been credit cards. Surely, please, surely, they had not stuck to her on this jagged escape. Again, she sat in the rear and watched every passenger. She had five minutes, and found her train as it was boarding. How many more knew about it? Probably thousands. Horton had never mentioned the pelican brief to the President, and the fact that he even knew about the damned thing was exasperating. He spoke as though this was all memorized, and this irritated the President. I feel strongly that the Administration should investigate this matter at once. They gave us a copy of it almost two weeks ago, so we assume they're pursuing it.Įxactly what Horton expected out of Coal. Richard Horton, the Attorney General, had talked to Coal, and now Coal was alarmed.
But it was seven, and he was sitting at his desk wearing a tie, listening to Fletcher Coal suggest what they ought to do about this and about that. He wanted to sleep late, then play golf whenever he woke up. IT WAS SATURDAY MORNING, and the Queen was in Florida taking money from the rich, and it was clear and cool outside. What if the brief is on target? If we do nothing, and the truth eventually surfaces, the damage will be irreparable. There were cabs lined up outside the station, and ten minutes later she was at the airport. He had heard that Coal read eight newspapers before dawn, so he didn't like this question.įifteen minutes later, they stopped in Newark, and she got off. Horton had glanced at the front page of the Post, and read the sports section. Coal stood nearby, and this really irritated the President. They shook hands and Horton sat across the desk. Her inhibitions always disappeared when she put the light out, it was as though she stepped into another world.Someone opened the door and Horton entered alone. I'm going to jump out, run for the road.' You've no right to keep me here against my will. Her features were screwed up into a mask of panic and desperation, her voice shrill with rising hysteria. 'Stop it' She let out a scream, struck at him with clenched fists. Just hammer me good and hard, lay me out.' There were times when you had to make a joke out of a crisis. 'For you to hit me over the head with if I suddenly try to make a break for it. He'd be all right, he'd only gone down to the Davises and you could not really expect a man (she was repeatedly trying to convince herself these days that Keith was no longer a boy) to be home prompt from courting. You brute, I'll'įor once Joan Doyle had not waited up for her son to come in.
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She struggled frantically, tried to bite him, was twisting her body round in order to free her legs so that she could kick him. That was one reason why she wasn't going to sit up and wait for Keith she found all kinds of other excuses but she knew the real one and it made her feel guilty. The mood was coming on her tonight and she knew she could not stop it. She would not be ashamed to let a man see her nude. Her figure was still passable, her breasts were still firm and had not sagged, just a few wrinkles on her stomach and a couple of stretch marks. Joan Doyle studied her nakedness in the full-length wardrobe mirror, experienced a glow of self-satisfaction. You bloody stupid girl, you wouldn't have a chance. 'You'd maybe get ten yards.' He snatched her wrists, held them in a strong grip. He moved fast, grabbed her shoulder with one hand, reached across and slammed the door with the other locked it. 'What's that for, to hit the snake over the head with?' But he wasn't likely to, there was no way he was going to know unless she told him and she would never admit to that even with her dying breath. A flood of guilt just confessing to herself thatwhatever would Keith think of her if he ever found out? The shame of it all. She felt guilty about the things she sometimes did to herself in the solitude and privacy of her own bed on those nights when the urge got too much for her. 'I'm sorry.' He pulled her to him, kissed her tenderly, 'Believe me, Kirsten, I'm so sorry.'
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