He too stepped back from the slit between the drapes. How could somebody shut out a streetlight?" Damn streetlight's out, the one in front of the building." He glanced at her. Could be somebody, could be a tree blowing in the breeze. Sam now took her place at the window, looked out. I-" Then she whispered manically, "The dead bolt!"Įyes wide in alarm, Gabriela asked, "Did I lock it?" She walked quickly out of the living room around the corner to the hallway and then returned. "I don't seem to have any secrets anymore." She hesitated, then, reluctantly, she looked out again. Everybody in the world, it seems, wants the goddamn October List!" She turned to him, stepping away from the window fast. If anybody's there, I swear to God I'd use it." Until it was too late." She muttered fiercely, "I wish I had a gun now. "Of course, I didn't see anybody earlier today, either. Maybe." Her body pitched forward, tense, Gabriela tugged the thick sheets of cloth closer together, as if someone was scanning the windows with binoculars. "Do you see anyone?" the man across the room asked, voice edgy. S HE STOOD AT THE WINDOW of the Manhattan apartment, peering through a slit in the drapes.
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