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Wincing from pain in his injured ribs, Pittman squirmed out the open window after Jill. The garage roof sloped down on each side, and Pittman tried to stay balanced while running along the peak. Behind him, something crashed in the bedroom. Jill reached the end of the roof and jumped down onto something, appearing to run on the shadowy air as she disappeared around the corner of another house.

When Pittman came to the end of the garage, he saw that what Jill had jumped down onto was the foot-wide top of the high wall that enclosed the courtyard. That wall continued to the left, bordering the courtyards of other houses, bisecting the block. Hearing a shout behind him, Pittman climbed down as well and followed her, breathing so deeply and quickly that his lungs felt on fire.

Then he, too, was out of sight from the window. He concentrated not to topple from the wall as he hurried after Jill, who clutched her shoes in one hand, her purse in the other, and scrambled in bare feet across the peak of another carriage house turned into a garage.

A shingle gave way beneath Jill, skittering off the roof, clattering onto cobblestones. She fell on her shoulder, beginning to roll. Pittman grabbed her arm. She dropped her shoes, which hit the cobblestones next to the shingle.

Pittman charged ahead with Jill and halted unexpectedly.

The wall didn’t continue beyond the garage. The courtyard was framed only by buildings. Below them, a red Jaguar was parked outside the garage.

Pittman jumped down onto the car, feeling the roof protest but hold. Jill didn’t need encouragement; she leapt down after him, the metal so smoothly waxed that her bare feet nearly slid out from under her. Pittman clutched her, kept her from falling, held her arms, lowered her toward the cobblestones, then jumped down next to her.

The Jaguar’s owner must have been planning to leave soon. The gate to the street was open. Racing along the driveway, they reached a narrow, quiet, tree-lined, twilit street around the corner from Meecham’s address.

Their gray Duster was parked three spaces to their left.

“Drive.” Jill threw him the keys, then climbed into the backseat, ducking below the windows.

As Pittman sped away from the curb, he heard her rummaging in the back. “What are you doing?”

She was scrunched down out of sight, fumbling with something.

“Jill, what are you-?”

“Getting out of this damned skirt and into my jeans. This skirt is ripped up to my backside. If I’m going to be arrested, there’s no way it’s going to be with my underwear showing.”

Pittman couldn’t help it. He was frightened, and he couldn’t catch his breath, but she sounded so embarrassed, he started laughing.

“I’ve had it with skirts. And those useless pumps,” she said. “I don’t care who I have to make an impression on. All this running. From now on, it’s sneakers, a sweater, and jeans. And how the hell did the police know we were at Meecham’s? Who could have…?”

Pittman stared grimly ahead. “Yes. That’s really been bothering me.” He concentrated. “Who?”

“Wait a minute. I think I-There’s only one person who had that information. The man I phoned.”

“At the alumni association?”

“Yes. This evening, he must have called my father to suck up to him by bragging how he’d done me a favor.”

“That’s got to be it. Your father knows that the police are looking for you. As soon as he heard from the alumni association, he phoned the police and sent them to the address the man gave you.”

“We’ve got to be more careful.”

Pittman steered onto Charles Street, trying to keep his speed down, not to be conspicuous. As other cars switched on their headlights, so did he.

“Exactly,” Pittman said. “More careful. What were you doing back there?”

“I told you, putting on my jeans.”

“No. I mean back at the house. In the bedroom. You looked as if you weren’t going to leave with me.”

Jill didn’t respond.

“Don’t tell me that’s true,” Pittman said. “You actually thought about staying behind?”

“For a second…” Jill hesitated. “I told myself, I can’t keep running forever. The police don’t want me. It’s Millgate’s people who want to kill me. I thought I could end it right there. I could stay behind and give myself up, explain to the police why I’ve been running, make them understand you’re innocent.”

“Yeah, sure. I bet that would have been good for a few laughs at the precinct.” Although Pittman could understand Jill’s motives, the thought that she would have left him caused his stomach to harden. “So what made you keep going? Why didn’t you stay?”

“The story you told me about how you’d been arrested when you were trying to get an interview with Millgate seven years ago.”

“That’s right. Two prisoners, probably working for Millgate, beat me up while I was in a holding cell.”

“The police weren’t quick enough to help you,” Jill said.

“Or maybe the guards were bribed to take a long coffee break.” Pittman continued to feel bitter that she might have left him. “There’s no way the authorities could guarantee your safety. So that’s why you came with me? Your common sense took over? You listened to your survival instincts?”

“No,” Jill said.

“Self-preservation.”

“No. That’s not why I came with you. It had nothing to do with worrying whether the police could protect me.”

“Then…?”

“I was worried about you. I couldn’t imagine what you’d be like on your own.”

“Hey, I could have managed.”

“You don’t realize how vulnerable you are.”

“No kidding, every time somebody shoots at me, I get the idea.”

Emotionally vulnerable. Last Wednesday, you were going to do the shooting.”

“I don’t need to be reminded. It would have saved a lot of people a lot of trouble.”

Jill squirmed from the back into the passenger seat. “You just proved my point. I think the only reason you’ve managed to get this far is you had somebody cheering for you. I’ve never met anybody more lonely. Why would you want to keep going if you didn’t have anything to live for, anybody to care?”

Pittman felt as if ice had been placed on his chest. Unable to speak, he drove through the shadows of Boston Common, reaching Columbus Avenue, using the reverse of the route Jill had taken.

“The reason I decided to stay with you,” Jill said, “is that I didn’t want to be apart from you.”

Pittman had trouble speaking. “You sure did a lot of thinking in a couple of seconds.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Jill said. “I want to see how we get along when life gets normal.”

“If,” Pittman said. “If it ever does get normal. If we can ever get through this.”

“This is a new feeling for me,” Jill said. “It kind of snuck up on me. When you introduced me as your wife…”

“What?”

“I liked it.”

Pittman was so amazed that he couldn’t react for a moment. He reached over, touching her hand.

A car horn blared behind him as he steered from traffic and stopped at the curb. His throat feeling tighter, he studied Jill, her beguiling oval face, her long corn-silk hair, her sapphire eyes glinting from the reflection of passing headlights.

He leaned close and gently kissed her, the softness of her lips making him tingle. When she put her arms around his neck, he felt ripples of sensation. The kiss went on and on. She parted her lips. He tasted her.

He felt a swirling sensation and slowly leaned back, pleasantly out of breath, studying her more intensely. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way again.”

“You’ve got a lot of good feelings to catch up on,” Jill said.

Pittman kissed her again, this time with a hunger that startled him.

Shaking, he had to stop. “My heart’s beating so fast….”

“I know,” Jill said. “I feel light-headed.”