The next morning, the sun was hiding behind a lead sky and there was a threat of rain in the chill air. Daniel was sore from his run and he limped out of bed. After breakfast, he watched the first half of a Seattle Seahawks’ game on TV, but Kate’s house was beginning to feel claustrophobic. He remembered the mess in his apartment and drove over at halftime. The apartment didn’t look any better than it had the day before. Daniel turned on the football game and watched while he straightened up. Everything was in decent shape by the time the game ended. Daniel was wondering when his life would be put back together when the phone rang. His hand hovered over the receiver as he debated whether to take the call. He had no desire to talk to a reporter, but it could be a friend and it would be nice to talk to someone who cared enough to call. “Hello?” “Daniel Ames?” a man asked. He had an accent-Slavic, Russian perhaps. “Who is this?” “We have to meet.” The man sounded desperate. “About what?” Daniel asked cautiously. “I witnessed Arthur Briggs’s murder.” The answer was rushed. “I know you didn’t kill him. That’s why you’re the only one I can trust.” The hair stood up on the back of Daniel’s neck. “Dr. Kaidanov?” “Will you meet with me?” “Will you go to the police and tell them I’m innocent?”
Daniel asked excitedly. “We must talk first.” “Fine, where are you?
I’ll come right away.” “No, not in daylight. You might be followed.
Tonight at ten come alone to Rest of Angels Cemetery. I’ll meet you near Simon Prescott’s mausoleum.” “You’re joking?” “I lost my sense of humor when those bastards tried to kill me at the lab.” “But a cemetery, after dark?” “Rest of Angels is where my mother is buried.
Are you going to be there?” “Yeah, don’t get excited.” “I’ve earned the right to be excited. I’ve been running for my life for almost a month. You should be able to relate to that.” As soon as Kaidanov told Daniel how to find the mausoleum, he hung up and Daniel dialed Kate’s house, hoping that she was back from Arizona, but all he got was her answering machine.