Through the windows he couldsee Garrett Wright running, no more than thirty feet from the edge ofthe woods. Mitch stuck the key in the lock of the door, his mind already on themeeting to come and the night beyond that. There was no idea of abandoning the struggle,but the programme for its renewal assumed large dimensions, andevents in the capital were not propitious for immediate action. He took her hands inhis and gave them a squeeze.
Mitch could feel anger vibrating out fromthe rigid body. Megan, I like you. She looked so earnest, so sure that what she said was the absolutetruth. Her inner voice, the voice of the little goblin that kept the cling wrappulled tight over her emotions, gave a shout.
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