Assumed Identity

6

“Close enough,” Buchanan told the driver.

“But we got another two blocks, suh.”

“This is fine. Take the lady for a drive. Be back on this corner in thirty minutes.” Buchanan stared at Holly. “The key to your room.” He held out his hand.

“You’re really serious.”

“The key.”

Holly gave it to him. “Lighten up. Your belongings, as you call them, aren’t in my room anyhow.”

“Where are they? In Ted’s room?”

She didn’t answer.

“I mean it, Holly. Neither you nor your friend wants to be found with my things in their possession. It wouldn’t be healthy for you.”

Her face changed color slightly, paling, as if he was finally getting his message across. “What do I get in return?”

“Peace of mind.”

“Not good enough,” Holly said.

“What do you want?”

“The chance to keep talking with you.”

“I told you, I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Holly studied him. “Yes. All right. They’re in Ted’s room.”

“I don’t suppose you have a key to it.”

“As a matter of fact.” She handed it to him. “In case I needed to get your belongings and Ted wasn’t around.”

“You just did a very smart thing.” Buchanan got out of the taxi.

“Be careful when you pack my underwear. It’s expensive. I don’t want the lace torn.”

Buchanan stared at her and shut the door.