The Terrorizers by Donald Hamilton

Author:Donald Hamilton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Titan

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It was a peaceful awakening. I was lying between clean sheets in a soft bed in a quiet attic room full of diffused daylight and somewhere a girl was singing happily. I felt quite happy, too. I’d survived an endless institutional nightmare, and some fairly violent experiences; but at least I wasn’t in an institution any longer. I wasn’t anybody’s patient any longer except, perhaps, my own.

Of course there were problems. There were still things I was supposed to remember, but to hell with them. You could always make new memories if you misplaced the old ones… I yawned and stretched and got out of the bed and found the bathroom. I grinned at myself in the mirror. I had a slightly swollen lip where she’d bitten me and she’d done a respectable wildcat job on my hide. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t been there. My sweet, proper PR lady, for God’s sake! Obviously she wasn’t even feeling very ashamed of herself or she wouldn’t be singing like a bird out in the other room.

There was shaving stuff on the shelf above the washbowl, and a big clean towel by the bathtub. In the bedroom, the contents of my pockets had been piled on the dresser and some fresh clothes that fit me were neatly arranged on one of the chairs. Interesting. Apparently I’d felt enough at home in this apartment before my near-fatal crash to maintain something of a wardrobe here, yet I felt certain that last night was the first time the lady of the house and I… Well, there was no sense in wearing out the mental machinery on a problem the answer to which waited only one room away. When I emerged into the paneled living-dining area, shaved, scrubbed, and respectably attired, Kitty was setting the table for breakfast.

She was wearing slim new blue jeans and a blue-and-white checked gingham shirt with long sleeves. Her long brown hair looked soft and silky. She must have slipped away early from the bed to which we’d finally made our way, and worked hard with shampoo and drier while I slept on. She didn’t look around, she didn’t even seem to know I was there, but she’d stopped singing. I came up behind her, parted the shining hair and, while she stood quite still by the table, kissed the nape of her neck.

“Miss Davidson, I presume.”

“Don’t presume too much this morning, my dear,” she said quietly. “I think we both presumed quite enough last night.”

“Question, ma’am,” I said, speaking to the back of her head. “Apparently we’ve been associated for months on a fairly dangerous mission. A marriage engagement has been mentioned. I even seem to have moved some clothes in here. So how does it happen we never did that before?”

She looked around quickly. “Darling, if I hadn’t got quite smashed on two little drinks I’d never have dreamed of doing it last night, and I certainly have no intention of ever doing it again!” She stopped abruptly.

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