Steiger stood and stretched, switching on the lights in his theater. To the east and north lay Quarry Hills Park, wooded and pretty with itsgroomed cross-country ski trails. A chill swept overher. Action at least provided the illusion of control.
The phone on the other end rang once, twice. Yes? Christopher Priest to see you, Chief, Natalie announced. Yeah, yeah, you want breakfast. Who would ever have looked at him and wondered if amadman lurked beneath the neatly pressed surface?Another flash of movement cut through the falling snow.
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