The Talbot Odyssey

by Nelson DeMille

  “Yes.”

  Abrams said to Katherine, “Would you consider breakfast at my place instead?”

  “Yes, I’d consider that.”

  Abrams looked out the window to the north. A golden burst of skyrockets rose over Van Dorn’s property, and in the distance the green and red navigation lights of a helicopter approached. Abrams said, “Well, I feel good.”

  Ann replied, “It’s good to be alive, isn’t it?” She rubbed her forehead. “But we’ve lost some good friends tonight. Nick included, I’m afraid.” She looked at Katherine and Abrams. “You’d make good partners. Are you joining the firm, Tony?”

  He hesitated, then said, “Yes . . . yes, I will join the firm. There’s still a lot to be done.”

  Abrams took Katherine’s hand and looked out the window again. “The storm has passed.”

  Katherine said, “Yes. And we’ve weathered it. But this is just a reprieve. Let’s use the time we’ve won more wisely.”