She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. ‘But a spy I am not. “Because you used to be my friend, Lucy, and now I don’t get to see you anymore unless I can get into your house. His car, a black Alfa Romeo, waited at the end of the subdivision. Rowland felt himself sinking beneath the powerful grasp of his enemy. Nuns, I mean.
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