A Stranger Is Watching [antikvár]

He sat perfectly still in front of the television set in room 932 of the Biltmore Hotel, The alarm had gone oif at six but he was awake long before that.^he wind, cold and forbidding, rattled the windowpanes and that had been enough to pull him out of the uneasy sleep. The Today show came on but he didn't adjust the barely audible sound. He didn't care about the news or the special reports. He just wanted to see the interview. Shifting in the stiff-backed chair, he crossed and uncrossed his legs. He'd already showered and shaved and put on the green polyester suit he'd worn when he'd checked in the night before. The realization that the day had come at last made his hand tremble and he'd nicked his