Part 126 (2/2)

”I'll stay until you sleep,” Brian insisted.

HE WAS GONE WHEN she woke from the nightmare. It had been so real, so

horribly clear. Just as the reality had been over twelve years before.

Her skin was clammy with sweat as she reached for the light. She needed

the light. There was so much that could hide in the dark.

It was quiet now. Five A.m. and calm, quiet. The party was over and

she was alone, behind the gla.s.s walls of her room. Painfully, like an

old woman, she rose out of bed to strip off her clothes and pull on a

robe. She slid the door back, hit another light.

The room was a jumble. There were scents-beer going stale, smoke

trapped near the ceiling, the lingering breath of perfumes and sweat.

She glanced up the stairs to where Marianne slept. She didn't want to

disturb her by tidying up now, though her ingrained neatness rubbed at

her. She would wait until sunrise.

There was something else she had to do, and she wanted to do it quickly

before cowardice could take over. Sitting by the phone, she dialed

information.

”Yes. I'd like the numbers for American, TWA, and Pan Am.”

SHE WASN'T GOING to feel guilty. In fact, at the moment, Emma didn't

want to feel much of anything. She knew if her father discovered she'd

flown to California, without her guards, he'd be furious. She could only

hope he didn't find out. With luck, she would have her two days in

California, catch the red-eye Sunday night and be in New York again,

attending cla.s.s, Monday morning, with no one but Marianne the wiser.

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