It plunges through a black abyss; it writhes; it twists in the descent and then, gradually, small bits of reason perforate the chaos like tiny lights in the darkness. Kyle’s foot eased off the accelerator; he pulled to the curb and stopped. He began to gather thoughts and assemble them one after another like a child working with a set of blocks. A killer was in town—why? Five years was a long time to look for a witness to murder and Kyle had been careful. From that first night—from the moment he took the elevator to the fourth floor—all of his defense mechanisms had been working overtime. He had watched the van that parked each night across from the apartment house and said nothing to Dee. As much as he needed her confidence and support, he wouldn’t have endangered her life by sharing his deadly knowledge. He had planned to leave the country quickly and quietly, and then Van had arrived with an opportune offer of a new job and the door closed on a nightmare. Tucson was a new life.
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