Chapter 66

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Martin’s phone call came late in the afternoon, just as Paul’s impatience and anxiety was reaching a fevered pitch. He barely took the time to scribble down the address Martin had recited before rushing out of the house. He hadn’t even asked exactly where he was going. It was an address he could find, and Jack was waiting there. That’s all that mattered to him.

It turned out to be an apartment. The surrounding area seemed free of photographers, but Paul couldn’t be sure. They were a crafty bunch, and they could be hiding in trees, or perched on the roofs of nearby buildings. A quick scan in the area proved that wasn’t actually the case, but Paul still braced himself for one jumping out at him, concocting an elaborate story to explain his presence in the quiet, residential neighborhood.