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to the airport, and would ring back.
You go on ahead, Mike. I want to go back upstairs and return the calls.
But Graham just said
My annoyance was palpable. I hadn t meant to direct it at Mike but he was the
only one in range. I just want to go back to the room for a couple of
minutes. I turned and stomped off to the staircase, taking its three tall
sections on the run without missing a beat.
I opened the door to the room and stepped inside. I had no intention of
returning Drew s call at that point. I simply did not want to speak to or
socialize with anyone.
I went into the dresser drawers and removed one of Mike s shirts. Not
expecting to be sharing a room, I had packed without bringing a nightgown.
Then I called the housekeeping department and asked them to pick up the
laundry I placed in a bag and left outside the door of the room, including the
dirty shirt Mike had worn on the plane, for overnight service. I wanted to
make sure it would be washed and ironed since I had now purloined one to sleep
in. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower until the steam poured
out into the rest of the suite, then stood beneath the water until all of the
tension of the day and evening ran out of me.
Dressed in Mike s red-and-white-striped shirt, I sat at the desk and wrote
him a note apologizing for snapping at him and abandoning him to the crowd. I
placed it on his pillow and turned down the corner of his sheet, leaving on
the reading lamp so he could see his way around.
I crawled in between the tightly pulled linens of my own slender bed,
separated by a couple of inches from Mike s. I wasn t thinking Tina Turner
tonight, I was thinking Otis Redding. He had been right. Young girlsdo get
weary. Try a little tenderness, he had advised, over and over again when I had
listened to him sing to me. I wanted someone to try it and I wanted it soon.
But it wasn t likely to happen tonight, so I turned off the lamp nearest to
me, burrowed my head into the pillow, and convinced myself that I was
exhausted enough to need a good night s sleep.
23
I AM SO UNACCUSTOMED TO AN EARLY BEDTIMEthat I was up shortly after five in
the morning and rolled around restlessly until I could see a glimmer of
daybreak at the curtain s edge. I slipped into the bathroom quietly and
dressed for a run. Down the stairs, a nod to the young man at the reception
table, and I was outside and around back on the rear balustrade of the
enormous building looking out over acres of lush green gardens and forests. I
did my leg stretches against the columns that had supported Cliveden s façade
for a couple of centuries, then set off through the clipped hedges to follow
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the paths that eventually sloped down to the Thames. In the more than five
miles that I covered, I encountered only an occasional gardener or groundsman
and relished the stillness that surrounded me in this peaceful sanctuary.
The last hill of the return gave me a particularly hard time so I slowed to a
walk and wandered through the intricate mazes of the formal Long Garden
created from boxwood hedges that had been so carefully laid out and
maintained.
Mike was still sleeping soundly under a halo of stale-smelling lager as I let
myself back into the suite, showered, and dressed for the day. He mumbled a
greeting as I was about to leave the room and I explained that I was going to
the morning program to hear the presentations on DNA that one of the forensic
men from the Yard was giving.
Geoffrey Dogen s due here at about eleven. Creavey ll meet him at the door
and wait for us. He s arranged a small conference room that we can use for a
few hours. His head rolled in my direction. Hey, thanks for holding up your
end of things last night, kid. I only waited about three or four hours for
you by then, I figured you really had stood me up.
Sorry, I
Don t worry about it. Creavey and I scored. Some duchess took us on.
I laughed at the idea of it.
No kidding. A duchess and a knockout, too. Bounced us around to a few pubs,
showed us the sights.
What time did you get in?
He cocked an eye. My mother s alive and well in Brooklyn, thanks. She
doesn t need any backup. I ll see you at eleven, okay?
I walked outside and over to the Churchill Boardroom, picked up some coffee
and a scone, and found my place again at the table for the nine o clock
program. After apologies to Lord Windlethorne for missing dinner, I made small
talk with my neighbors until the speaker finished setting up his audiovisual
equipment and began his address.
The British were way ahead of us in their use of DNA and genetic data
banking. And although their volume of sexual assault cases was far lower than
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