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CHAPTER 2
He stumbled into a dark room of a nameless, cheap hotel and switched on the light which blinded him momentarily. He latched the door clumsily and lay himself on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling of the room. Turning to the bureau on the right, he lifted a photograph. He stared at the sandy-haired little boy. He touched the face of the boy affectionately, constantly murmuring, "Christensen, Christensen, you're exactly like your darling mother…Rachel Drew…"
"Nice place you've got, Nan," said Frank, as they emerged from Frank's black convertible.
Before them was a white, colonial cottage surrounded by an organized garden with a myriad of colorful flowers. Christensen immediately leapt out of the car and started to run around the garden, shouting, "Joe, Joe, Joe, come and catch me!"
"Watch out, kiddo, I'm coming!" cried Joe as he broke out into a run after the little boy.
"Still the same old Joe, huh?" asked Nancy.
"Same old Joe," replied Frank laughing as he opened the door to Nancy's cottage.
Nancy invited Frank into the warm living room and sat him down on the comfortable couch. Frank watched Nancy as she headed to the kitchen. He looked around the living room. It was decorated with much simplicity, just the way he would have decorated his own house. Then, he saw a photograph on a small corner table that caught his eye. He walked towards the table and picked the photograph in a sleek silver frame. It was a photograph of Nancy and himself when they went on holiday aboard the Emperor II cruise liner about a year ago. They were both leaning against the railing of the ship with the sun setting in the back. Frank smiled to himself at the recollection of the trip. Suddenly he heard the back door of the cottage burst open and heard Nancy demanding, "What happened?"
He replaced the frame on the table, not bothering to correct its position and ran to the kitchen. There, he saw Nancy kneeling beside an unconscious Christensen whose head was bleeding profusely. Nancy turned around to Frank with pleading eyes. "Frank, help."