"I never tire of looking at that lake and the fountain, " he said to himself. "It's an ordinary enough lake -- and man-made at that -- but somehow it has captivated me. " Henry Jewell was accustomed to the finer things and had lived in finer places, but this place called Reston had captured him and held him fast. "If only I could escape it's grip, " he muttered to himself. Turning away from the expanse of glass, he walked toward the handsome cherry desk which dominated the living room. He pressed a button on the answering machine -- there were several messages and he hoped that one of them was from her.
"Hello -- Mr. Jewell -- I represent RIP Investments and I'd like to talk to you... " Henry Jewell skipped to the next message.
"Henry, Harold. Need your help. Going to do something foolish. Call me. ""
"His compulsion to confess is upon him again, " thought Henry, as the machine retrieved the third message.
"It's me. I'll be back tomorrow morning, Global 217, Dulles, 7:30. See you then...I love you! "
"At last! " he said out loud, switching off the machine. His gaze moved around the room -- the room upon which the two of them had lavished so much attention. Henry Jewell picked up a framed photograph of his beloved and sighed. "I hope this is the last of it for a while," he said to the picture. "I know you can't just sit at home indulging me with your presence, but there have been too many trips...too many... "
Meanwhile, Harold Walkins was about to enter a nearby fast food restaurant. He hesitated a bit at the door, not sure what he was going to start and not sure where it might end.
To be continued....
