I dont want to wait five years. Sheila Barton John Brown. Harlan came forward, apparently rather reluctantly. He sat in the witness chair and glanced at Mason with a puzzled frown. The night she died you were up early. You said you had a Zoom interview with a magazine in the Netherlands. In other words, this man was George S. Alder? Did he say imperative? I said. Is that what you told the police? Hey, you work on Wall Street, right? I mean how did he seem the last time you saw him? She kept coming back to a couple of nights right toward the last when Arch was talking about you and the union. He wasnt bad-mouthing you. It was just that hed found out something that made him think of you and the union back in sixty-four. Id like to hear about Area 51. ButI dont, not based on the email fail. I came back into the room just in time to see Murfin take the final item from his suitcase. It was a .38 revolver with a snub nose. A belly gun. Well, apparently thats it. He gave the name of a bar where he stopped in for a cocktail. The guy who was tending bar at the time was busy. Rectors picture doesnt mean a damn thing to him. Rector may have been there, or he may not as far as the bartender is concerned. Oh, good Lord! Sybil Harlan exclaimed in a despairing whisper. She shut the door and sat in her chair while he perched on the bed. He recalled the sexual gymnastics that had taken place right here, the heat, the intensity, her soft skin... She came forward reluctantly, a beautiful woman with a peaches-and-cream complexion which was now suddenly dead white with panic..