Clarion

CLARION

19

"You aren't going out, I hope," he said without opening his eyes.

"Not really."

Paul's eyes snapped open. He had never heard the voice before. The bearded man stepped out of the wardrobe, ducking under the low doorway. He held a small black gun in one hand. Dorland had turned from the window to stare at him.

The man closed the wardrobe door and glanced at Paul. Then his eyes went to Dorland. A slow grin grew across his face.

"Hello, Dorland," he said. "It's been a long time."