I took Katherine back to her cabin. She needed sleep more than I did as she had the harder day’s work. “I know just how you feel,” she sighed, “but between work and the need for sleep, we haven’t had much time to spend together. The only good thing about it,” she murmured, “is that it’s only going to last a few days. Then we’ll have a lifetime to catch up.” We held each other a little longer, not wanting to let go. With a final kiss, she went in and closed the door. I could have slept, but it kept nagging me that we hadn’t heard anything about a possible pursuit or other repercussions we might be held accountable for. Martin wasn’t in an ideal position to hear about it, even if the police were still around asking questions. There was a chance they might let slip about what their officials were up to. Harris told me a little of his wartime experiences with Bob and felt he would contact us should anything came his way.
