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alarm at her words, and his hands clenched.
    Barbara put her hand on his arm and said, “Relax. Take it easy. I may be altogether wrong. Overly cautious.”
    â€œI’ll get Binnie,” he said tightly. “I want to talk to you.”
    This time Bailey followed him into the restaurant and a minute later Martin and Binnie came out.
    â€œI’m afraid you’ll have to ride in front,” Barbara said when Martin opened the back door. “No legroom back there for you.” She tried to ignore the look of terror on Binnie’s face and went around to get in behind the wheel. Martin barely had legroom in the front seat, but it couldn’t be helped, and she didn’t intend to go far. Just to the parking area at the base of Skinner’s Butte. She told them it would take only a few minutes and they drove in silence until she pulled into a parking space. Ahead was a swatch of grass, then the bike path, and beyond that the flashing Willamette River, her favorite walking place. That day she remained in the car, twisted around to see them both and started. The windows soon fogged so heavily that no one passing by could have seen inside, which suited her just fine.
    â€œA couple of questions first,” she said. “You got the letter Tuesday night. Did you talk a lot about it that night? All day Wednesday, and after you saw me yesterday?”
    â€œSure, we did. That’s all we could think of.”
    â€œRight. What all did you talk about? What options did you voice out loud? When did you first mention my name?”
    He rubbed his eyes, glanced at Binnie, then said, “Ms. Holloway—”
    Barbara held up her hand. She didn’t know when it happened, but in her mind they had become Martin and Binnie, not Mr. and Mrs. Owens. “Let’s get less formal. I’m Barbara.” She pointed to him, then to Binnie. “Martin and Binnie. All right with you?”
    He smiled a big, expansive smile that made him look like a kid, but it didn’t last more than a second and he was sober-faced again. “Barbara, we’re scared to death, to tell the truth. Yeah, we talked. You know, out loud, ASL, a mix of both. I talked about running, just getting in the car and taking off, down to Tucson maybe, get across the border and keep going. Maybe if I could speak Spanish, I’d still be talking about that. I don’t know when we thought of you. Late the next day?” He looked at Binnie and she nodded. “Yeah, late the day before we showed up at your door.”
    â€œAnd after you left my place? Still talking about it?”
    â€œSure, all day, this morning. Why are you asking about that?”
    She told them about Nicholson’s visit, his message. Martin looked as if it left a bad taste in his mouth, but Binnie seemed willing to consider the proposal. She made rapid hand gestures and Martin shook his head. “Be an informer? Spy on folks who trust me? Not my style,” he said flatly.
    â€œHave you applied for a driver’s license, a Social Security card, any official identification?” she asked Binnie. She shook her head hard. “I think someone tipped off the immigration people. There was no reason for them to get you in their sights otherwise. And for Nicholson to show up the way he did makes me wonder if his people haven’t been spying on you, Martin. The timing is too close, too coincidental, and I have little faith in coincidences.”
    â€œWhy? Why would they?” he asked in bewilderment.
    â€œThat’s the real question, isn’t it?” Barbara said. She glanced at her watch. “We should be getting back soon. I’d rather not raise any questions right now about your silence in the restaurant for too long a period. But first, is there someplace you can go to keep a low profile, out of sight for the next few days, maybe most of the week? Someplace where we can talk freely?”
    They had a silent