The driver moved the car forward, then brought it to a stop in front of the second cabin.
Drake said, “All right. Perry, she’s in that cabin.”
Mason jerked the door open, pushed past the operative, twisted the knob of the cabin door, and banged it open.
Della Street was seated in a wicker rocking chair, reading a magazine. She looked up with apprehensive eyes, then half-stifled a scream. “Chief!”
Without a word, he crossed the room and opened his arms to her.
“Chief, ” she said, snuggling against him. “Oh, Chief!.. Why did you have to do it?”
“Do what?” Mason asked.
“Hunt me out... Now I’ll have to tell you.... I didn’t want to.”
“Tell me what?” Mason asked.
“Haven’t you guessed?”