“Oh,” she said. She glanced around and looked up at me again. “Where is he?”
“Outside.”
“But I...” Her brow wrinkled. “Would you tell him... no... I’ll go...”
She got up and started for the door. I went to open it for her, saw that Hewitt had the same intention, quickened my step, beat him to the knob, and swung it open. Anne was walking through, and then she wasn’t. A man barging through from the other side ran smack into her and nearly knocked her over, and I grabbed her arm to help her get her balance. I beat Hewitt to that too.
“Pardon me,” the intruder said. His eyes swept the room and everything in it and went back to Anne. “Are you Anne Tracy?”
“She is Miss Anne Tracy,” Hewitt said, “and that is scarcely the way—”
Anne was sidling by to get to the door. The man put an arm out to stop her.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to see my father.”
“Where is he?”