He phoned Glynis every day, getting her answering machine most of the time. When she did speak to him, it was brief and cool. “No, I haven’t gone up to Vernon,” she said, her voice steady, steely. “I’m calling the hotels and boarding houses, trying to find out if Perez is staying in one of them.” “You can’t expect them to tell you anything,” Jake objected. “I tell them I’m from Senator Leeds’s office. That makes them cooperative.” “Christ, Glynis, you’re heading for trouble!” “I don’t care, Jake. He killed Arlan. I can’t just sit here and let him get away with that.” Meaning that I can, Jake understood her unspoken accusation. “For god’s sake, be careful,” he pleaded. Glynis hung up. Jake tried to concentrate on his university work and Tomlinson’s campaign, but he kept worrying about Glynis. He thought about calling Tim Younger and telling him about the situation, but couldn’t make up his mind to do it. Meanwhile the election campaign was swinging into high gear.
