’ Mrs Sindlesham laughed lightly, but her eyes quizzed him. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do. It was Missy and Michelle in her grandmother's old Buick. 95 The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been brought in for DUI. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. "If the best nag ever foaled were to throw me in this unlucky spot, I'd blow his brains out. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood slack jawed. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. Holcroft, we may have been mistaken.
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