Chelsea Quinn Yarbro - Time of the Fourth Horseman (2 page)

 

“N
EVER MIND
,â€

 

P
ETER
J
USTIN WAS TRIMMING
his nails. Anyone who knew him would recognize this as nervousness. He brushed the clippings into the wastechute with a fussy gesture. When he looked up again, a stocky blond man was leaning over his desk.

“I want some information,â€

 

A
MECHANICAL VOICE INFORMED
Harry that his call could not be completed as dialed and advised him to try again when the lines were open. He slammed the receiver back into the cradle, swearing.

“No luck?â€

 

“W
HERE HAVE YOU BEEN
?â€

 

T
HE GRANDFATHER CLOCK IN THE FOYER
had struck quarter after seven when the police arrived. Amanda opened the door for them, worried that perhaps their tenure at the Van Dreyter house was at an end. “Yes, gentlemen?â€