in the corner of her eye； welling there and finally spilling。
'Please； Liam。 Help me。' He frowned。
Her eyes closed。 'In my robe；' she said so softly he scarcely heard。
When Halloran left the bed and found the thin coils of leather inside the bathrobe's pockets； he began to understand 。 。
20 ABDUCTION
They had watched the man with the strange scar that looked like the continuation of a smile leave the building and the observer in the passenger seat of the car nodded his head in affirmation。 The man who had earlier ambled down that same street carrying a rolled…up newspaper leaned forward from the back； resting an arm on the top of the driver's seat； his face keen with interest。
The balding figure had turned in the other direction to where their vehicle was parked and they allowed him to get some distance away before the backseat passenger reached for the doorhandle。
The man in front stopped him with a motion of his hand。 Their quarry was unlocking a car parked by the roadside。
The driver switched on the ignition and waited for the other car to pull out。 When it did so； they followed。
They came for him before dawn； easily and quietly forcing the lock on the door to his basement apartment without causing damage。 He awoke only when they were at his bedside； his cry of 'Wer ist da？' quickly stifled by his own bedclothes。 Several blows were dealt to his head； the first two stunning him （the second breaking his nose in the process） but the third； delivered with impatient strength； rendered him unconscious。 The fourth blow was just for the satisfaction。
His limp body was removed from the bed and dressed； wallet placed in an inside pocket； watch strapped to his wrist。 The bloodied sheet was then stripped from the bed and folded into a neat square。 It would be taken with them。 The bed was remade and； first checking that everything was in order； they carried Stuhr into the hallway； then up the short concrete stairway to the street where a car was waiting。 The last man carefully closed the front door behind him。 There was no wife； no lover； no one at all to witness the German's abduction。
21 BENEATH THE LAKE
Morning had brought with it a low…lying mist； the night's dampness evaporating as the earth slowly warmed again。 Trees in the distance appeared suspended in the air； low bushes nearby were like spectral animals crouching in the whiteness； waiting for prey。
Halloran scanned the slopes above the mist as he walked through the neglected gardens； looking for any sign of movement on them； studying one spot for a while； going back to it seconds later to see if anything had altered。 He also kept an eye out for the dogs that apparently roamed the estate； even though Cora had told him they never came near the house itself… he had little faith in that particular notion； wondering just how they could be trained to keep away。 He thought of her as he walked； confused by the ambivalence of his feelings towards her。 The bondage and the harshness of their lovemaking had helped satisfy Cora； but his own pleasure had been limited。 True； his arousal had been enhanced to begin with； but the satisfaction afterwards had not been so plete。 Prudish guilt； Halloran？ Was the Catholicism of his youth still intrinsic to his attitudes？ With all he had been through； all he had done； he doubted it。 Maybe he'd been mildly disappointed in her； and yet her inclination； her weakness had made Cora more vulnerable to him。 After； when she had risen from the bed to find her robe； he had noticed marks across her back and buttocks。 He made no ment； aware that they could only be faded whipmarks。 But he couldn't help wondering what else there was to discover about her。
lie rounded the corner of the house and saw the mist shrouding the lake； slowly rolling across its surface； shifted by a mild breeze。 His feet crunched gravel as he approached the dew stippled Mercedes。 Halloran dropped fiat to inspect the underneath of the car； searching with a pen…torch for any object that could have been attached during the night。 He quickly checked all underside parts； then the wheel wells； shock absorbers and brake lines。 Satisfied； he walked around the vehicle looking for grease spots； pieces of wire； hand prints； even disturbances on the gravel near the car doors。 Before opening each door fully； Halloran ran a credit card around the tiny gaps to check for wires。 This done； he sniffed the interior before entering； seeking the smell of bitter almonds or any other odd odour。 Wary of pressure detonators； he checked the dashboard； glove partment and ashtrays without putting any weight on the seats。 He then looked under the seats。 He examined the engine； using the credit…card check once more before lifting the hood pletely； afterwards he did the same with the trunk。 Only when this ritual was plete did he start the engine and let it run for a few minutes； moving the car backwards and forwards a few feet。 Sure that the Mercedes had not been tampered with during the night； Halloran switched off and climbed out； locking up again before leaving it。
'Was all that really necessary？' a voice asked from the porch。
He turned to find Felix Kline watching from just inside； his arms folded as he leaned one shoulder against the stonework。 He was dressed casually once more…jeans and loose…fitting jacket； a sweater underneath。 And he had a grin on his face that dismissed all the fatigue Halloran had noticed the night before。
'I'd have done the same even if the Mere had been locked away in a garage overnight；' Halloran replied。 'I'll check out the Rover if it's unlocked。'
'So you really didn't believe me when I told you I was safe here。' Halloran shrugged。 'It isn't Shield's policy to take chances。'
'Nope； I suppose not。' Kline emerged from the shade； stretching his limbs and looking up at the sky。 'It's going to be a good day。 You want to take a trip； Halloran？ A little pre…breakfast exercise； huh？ Something to keep you in trim。'
'What've you got in mind？'
'Follow the leader and you'll find out。' He strode off in the direction of the lake and Halloran was surprised at the briskness of his step。 Only last night Kline had appeared overe by exhaustion； his features haggard； all movement wearied； this morning the man exuded energy。
'C'mon； forget about the other car；' Kline called back cheerfully。
Halloran walked after him at a more leisurely pace； although he was far from relaxed： all the while he kept an alert eye on their surroundings； looking for any sudden change in the landscape； any glints of light that might be sun reflecting off binoculars or a rifle barrel； he paid particular attention to the road leading from the estate's entrance。
Kline was well ahead； almost at the lake's edge。 Occasionally he would wind his arms in the air or skip full circle； and Halloran halt…expected him to do a cartwheel at any moment。 It was as if the small man had too much energy to spare。
The ground dipped slightly towards the water and Kline was stooping； only his head and shoulders in view。 Halloran hurried his pace and found his client on a low jetty； moored to it was a rowing boat。
'This'll set you up for the day；' Kline said as he untied the mooring rope。
'No outboard？'
'I like the quietness of the lake； its stillness。 I don't like engines upsetting that。 Monk or Palusinski usually do the rowing for me； but you can have that privilege today。' Kline hopped into the boat and settled at its stern。 'Let's get going。'
'There won't be much to see with this mist；' Halloran remarked； stepping onto the jetty。
'Maybe；' Kline replied； turning away to look across the cloud…canopied surface。
Halloran climbed aboard； using a foot to push the boat away from the landing…stage。 Sitting on the middle bench； he used one oar to set the boat further adrift； before sliding both into their rowlocks。 Turning about； he set course for the middle of the lake； soon finding an easy rhythm； their passage through the curling mists smooth and unhurried。 His position gave Halloran an opportunity to study his panion at close range and he realised Kline's change had little to do with