A sleepy-eyed Air Force colonel was waiting at the gate. The F.B.I. man approached him. "Here they are."
"Okay."
The colonel crossed to them. "You're to come along with me."
"All right."
Walt shook his head to clear the sleep from his eyes.
They followed the colonel to the waiting, olive drab passenger car. The F.B.I. man had departed.
The colonel helped Julia in.
"We've got rooms for you downtown."
"Whatever you've decided," Julia said.
The colonel gave his driver the address.