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The sleek white cashht places and the wide collar fell off her shoulder to show her neck, but it would be proble the fitted jacket, lined with silk to be light and free- black cap sat atop her carry-on, the red es, necklace, and nails Black traveling pants finished it off, the traveling designation h for her to stuff her ID, ticket, and phone for easy access The boots froht were still on her feet, but no knife in the sheath She looked good--good enough to feel good--but the only thing on her , she looked down at the soft red as she worked I killed my own anchor? No wonder I lost three years
"What was I trying to do?" she ers and spreading the scarf flat on her leg It was nearly done, which hy she’d brought it with her The coainst a flat background of knits, but the end she orking on had a weird band of odd stitches she couldn’t figure out There was no pattern apart from three flat rows between nine individual rows of knit-and-purl nonsense
Head tilted, she angled the nine odd lines to see if she’d been hiding an ie in the knits and purls, but that would’ve needed a pattern, and there hadn’t been one in the knitting bag Bill had brought fro familiar to build on
"This doesn’tthe stitches off the needle to unravel it She’d just repeat the dagaz pattern and bind it off
Her focus went distant as she pulled the stitches out, her faint gris on tiny plastic rollers that she’d bought this h how to do it with her phone Apparently no one used cards anymore since the systee at her apart wheels that turned when she did She’d tripped on her new stuff twice going from the car to security Their escorts weren’t happy about having to check their weapons, but her knitting needles went through with no proble satisfaction of which helped rub out her es
They were on their way so her vague unease down Bill had blamed the alliance as the reason to avoid her apartment, but Peri suspected that Bill knew that she, like most drafters, kept a private diary They wouldn’t let her in until they found it and ascertained if she was dirty, or if it was just Jack Sighing, she wrote off finding her past that way She wasn’t on vacation, she was on paid leave while they investigated her
The only thing that had co had been a cat nah Bill atching hih it was likely his secretary as checking the cat’s food and cleaning the litter pan
Her head hurt, and she felt the bumps and hesitations of the knits and purls of one of those odd rows pulling out all the way to the backs of her eyes Who names their cat Carnac?
Bump … bump, bump, bump, and a smooth patch of knits pulled froain, the knots thu the Morse code end sy, she looked at the yarn spilled on her lap like the wasted e in Morse code in case she drafted, like writing a nized it She’d never done that before At least, not that she re Pulse fast, she looked up Iht for the chance to preboard The two security stooges across fro as he looked for Allen, clearly anxious now that the area was getting busy Suddenly, she didn’t want to get on that plane
Her ers moved smoothly as she carefully put the needles back on as left Three lines Three out of nine
Exhaling, she ran her fingers across the first row of knits and purls, feeling the sporadic purls as dots and dashes
HARRY LENORD
Harry? She knew him He worked out of the Seattle office
GINA TRECHER
Shit, that was Harry’s drafter It was a list, and ht, and it was as if the world turned sideways Bill is corrupt? My God, her world was falling apart, and if she couldn’t trust Bill, she couldn’t trust anyone
Slowly Peri pulled the last three lines of theit back on the ball, she sent her eyes over the terh her Were they people to contact? Avoid? One thing was sure: she wasn’t getting on the plane
Giving her security detail a bland smile, she stuffed the needles and yarn into her carry-on and took out her phone Her first delight at the new glass technology had waned so to find her address book and the look the saleswoiven her when Allen had shown her how to use the purchase app She thought it ridiculous that she could change her car’s color but didn’t kno to access her voiceh, and she scrolled through the dialed nu to Her brow furrohen she realized her mother’s number wasn’t on it Allen had said she’d called her Friday Her frown deepened at an odd exchange, and wondering if herher short hair out of the way as she looked up at her and Allen’s security They weren’t here to keep her safe They were here to keep her frole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">