"I'm afraid not,” he said. “You have to be dressed and out of here in twenty minutes.” He loosened her hold and poured coffee into the Styrofoam cups for both of them, then stuck hers in her hand, closing her fingers around it. “What's on your agenda anyway?"
Julie took another swallow to gather strength for speaking. “Latest techniques in victim location. All-day field trip. You?” Complex sentences, or even complete ones, were not to be expected first thing in the morning.
"Me? I'm not doing anything. I'll relax, that's all."
Her eyes finally opened to regard him doubtfully. “You're going to spend an entire day doing nothing?"
"Absolutely. With pleasure. I've gotten too goal-oriented, that's my problem. From now on I just take life as it comes."
Chapter 2
Professor Tremaine was not altogether pleased with the way things were progressing. Oh, they had gone reasonably well during the introductory dinner the night before (Anna's characteristically vulgar comment aside), but now, at breakfast, he sensed an undercurrent of tension, of reserve. In the cases of Anna Henckel and Walter Judd he could guess at the reasons, ridiculous though they might be, but what did the others have to be touchy about? By the end of the week there would be cause enough, but why now? They had never met each other before. They were enjoying a quite luxurious stay at Glacier Bay at his expense, were they not? Well, perhaps not at his expense, but it amounted to the same thing, didn't it? If they didn't want to come, why were they there? Had anyone forced them?
Or was he imagining things? Might they be not touchy but star struck, now that they grasped that they would actually be working directly with him for the next few days? Sometimes he forgot the impact that meeting a celebrity had on ordinary people. Absurd, really-he was quite the same as anyone else-but there it was, and he supposed it was up to him to do something about it. The better their initial relations, the better things would go later.