This preview shows page 1. Sign up to view the full content.
Unformatted text preview: t had happened. He had never, never admitted to Ryan or to Pierce, and certainly never to any other May- fair, what had happened on Christmas Day. He found himself glancing now at Mona. And then his eyes fixed on the man to whom he had told the whole tale-Aaron. The others stared at him in clear and unembarrassed anticipation. "I didn't think he was six and a half feet tall," said Michael, trying again to steady his voice. He ran his hand back through his hair, and stopped himself in the act of reaching for a pen he didn't need. He closed his right hand into a fist, then opened it, splaying the fingers. "But then I was having a pitched battle with him when he was here. I'd say he was my height, six foot two at most. His hair was short. It was black, like mine. He had blue eyes." "Are you telling me," Ryan asked with deceptive calm, "that you saw the man who went off with Rowan!" "You said you actually did speak to him?" Pierce asked. Ryan was...
View Full Document
- Spring '10