Terror in D.C.
“twenty Hawker was awakened the next morning by a discreet tapping on his hotel door that grew progressively louder.
He cracked his eyes and checked his watch.
It was 9:15 A.M.
So much for sleeping late.
“Who is it?”
A familiar voice called through the door, “It’s your old friend Lester Rehfuss. Mind if I come in for a minute, Hawk?”
Hawker pulled a pillow over his head. “I don’t know any Lester Rehfuss—go away!”
“Now, now, I can always use the passkey if you won’t let me in.”
Hawker grunted and... threw back the sheets. He pulled on a pair of jeans, then swung the door open. Rehfuss stood beaming at him. He wore the same baggy gray suit as when they had first met. In his left hand he carried a leather briefcase. “Good morning!” he exclaimed.
“Don’t smile so brightly. It hurts my eyes, damn it.” Hawker sat down heavily on the bed and rubbed his face with his hands. “Okay, Lester, this’d better be good. I’ve been asleep for just about three hours, and I’d really like to sleep for at least another three.”MoreLess
He cracked his eyes and checked his watch.
It was 9:15 A.M.
So much for sleeping late.
“Who is it?”
A familiar voice called through the door, “It’s your old friend Lester Rehfuss. Mind if I come in for a minute, Hawk?”
Hawker pulled a pillow over his head. “I don’t know any Lester Rehfuss—go away!”
“Now, now, I can always use the passkey if you won’t let me in.”
Hawker grunted and... threw back the sheets. He pulled on a pair of jeans, then swung the door open. Rehfuss stood beaming at him. He wore the same baggy gray suit as when they had first met. In his left hand he carried a leather briefcase. “Good morning!” he exclaimed.
“Don’t smile so brightly. It hurts my eyes, damn it.” Hawker sat down heavily on the bed and rubbed his face with his hands. “Okay, Lester, this’d better be good. I’ve been asleep for just about three hours, and I’d really like to sleep for at least another three.”MoreLess
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