Maybe that's true, she thought. But you're a person I'd like to be with tonight.
"Thanks for coming over." She walked over and pecked him on the cheek.
You 're vulnerable tonight, she told herself, wanting to ask him to stay. Don't start making any big life decisions.
Chapter 16
Tuesday, April 7
10:32 p.m.
Winston Bartlett looked at the white phone on the oak end table beside his chair and argued with himself about picking it up and calling the Dutchman. When Van de Vliet was at his office at the institute, they communicated by encrypted videophone. By this time, though, he was usually home, but he still hadn't called to say what had happened with Alexa Hampton. Now they would have to talk over an open line. Damn him.