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will happen to you if you just stay up here.”
    She nodded solemnly. “All right,” she said.
    “Stay away from the windows,” he said. “Under any circumstances, don’t go to the window, don’t look down, don’t look out, don’t draw attention to yourself. If police come later, stay inside, don’t get involved in the crowds and if by any chance they come up here to check you out, you’re staying here alone.”
    “That won’t last too long Avenger,” she said. “The landlord saw us, we were together—”
    “We can worry about that some other time,” Wulff said. “Hell, that’s a long way off, there may well be no police and there probably won’t be any checking out of the buildings at all. I don’t see why there should be. But if it gets to that point, you can always say that I helped you into the room and then took off and you have no idea at all whom I am.”
    “That happens to be absolutely true,” she said. She twisted on the bed. “You know, if this keeps up, I’m not going to want to stay here at all. I’m going to want to come out there with you.”
    “That’s impossible. That’s absolutely impossible; that’s the one thing you must not do.”
    She looked at him her eyes deep and penetrating. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” she said.
    He nodded. “Yes, it’s bad,” he said.
    “I knew it would be. Does it have to do with your killing John?”
    “Maybe,” he said, “probably. Everything ties together pretty quickly out here I’ve noticed.”
    “I’m glad you killed him,” she said, “and I’m not afraid of you. I should have been frightened when I saw you kill him but I wasn’t. I wanted to go with you. I know he would have killed you if you hadn’t killed him.”
    “That’s right.”
    “You’re a serious man,” Tamara said “you’re a very serious man.”
    “That I am.”
    “All right,” she said. “Will I see you again?”
    “I don’t know,” he said. “Getting past those men is just part of it. I have to get somewhere from them.”
    “You don’t want to get past them at all. You’re going to kill them, aren’t you?”
    “It’s possible,” Wulff said. He shrugged and stood. “Anything’s possible.”
    “I think you’re a good man,” she said, “I really do. I mean that. I don’t even know who you are and I may never know, but you’re a good man.”
    “All right,” he said, “that does help.” Strangely he meant it, it really did help. He stood by the door, reached inside his jacket in that characteristic gesture, checked the presence of the point thirty-eight. All ready. He gave the attache case a sidelong glance, decided not to bother with it. It might give him some minimal bulletproofing if it got to that but it would also encumber him. And he did not, whatever happened, want it falling into the hands of these others.
    He pointed at the case. “Take care of it,” he said. “Put it under the bed or something.”
    “All right. I won’t even look at it.” She came to the side of the bed, sat with some effort, shaking her head, leaning her chin then on a hand. “I don’t feel as good as I thought I did lying down,” she said.
    “You’ll be all right. You’ve come back a long way.”
    “I don’t think I’ll ever be all right again.”
    “Well,” Wulff said, “that makes two of us then, doesn’t it?”
    Standing by the door he looked at her for just an instant more. If he wanted he could stride over there and kiss her; he even knew that he had a hold on himself now and the kiss would mean nothing. It would just be a passionless, affectionate goodbye between two people who had known one another. But although the impulse hung like a little balloon in the air, so near that he could have reached to grasp it he let it float by. Then he punctured it. Then he nodded to her once, abruptly, almost formally, and ducked his way out the door, closing it firmly to hear the lock click.
    And then, carefully blanking his mind so that he could