CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER VII
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It was a very long weekend.
Harker reached his home at five-thirty that evening, having left Winstead around noon. He had had a miserable chlorella-steak lunch on the wrong side of State Street and spent the early afternoon strolling around Albany, easing the inner tension that gripped him. He made the 4: 15 jet back to New York.