It overlooked the marina. From there he had been keeping an eye on Anne, waiting on a bench, the valise beside her. She looked small and young and as anxious as a waif running away from home. The sight of her there, and realizing what she had gone through so far, disturbed him. He was damned if h...
Anne was shattered at the suspension of her license. She sat alone in her office and stared blankly at the phone as if anticipation somehow would make it ring and the incoming message would make everything all right again. The power of wishful thinking was fleeting, though, and after the last tra...