curious faces and then back down at the anxious young woman. “Is there somewhere quiet we can talk?”
Claire took one step to the side, as if afraid to turn her back on him. She motioned down the short hall leading to a large waiting room in the outer lobby.
“Yes. I’m sure we can find a spot this way.” She glanced at him as she led him toward several unoccupied chairs at one corner of the lobby. “Um, why are you here? Is something wrong?”
Luke studied her for a moment before responding. “Has anyone from the consular staff contacted you?”
He was struck again by her unusual eyes and fine, soft features. She was tall and slender, and she was dressed much as she had been on Saturday, in a long dark skirt made of some knit material that flowed. Her pale pink blouse was mostly covered by the buttoned white lab coat and she was wearing soft-soled, flat ballet slippers. She was remarkably lovely, but there was something extra, something elusive about her that drew him.
Under the cuff of her right sleeve he noted the edge of the gauze dressing and cringed inwardly, envisioning a knife tearing through her soft skin. His mouth tightened as he realized anew how much worse the attack could have been.
“About my passport? I thought they said it could take up to two weeks.”
“No. I don’t have anything to do with that.” They had reached the chairs and he motioned for her to take a seat. She settled obediently, but remained sitting very straight and on the edge, as if she could be ready to bolt if the need arose. Luke scooted another chair around to sit facing her. “No one called you back to follow up on the attack?” His tone betrayed his annoyance, bordering on anger. She shook her head and he took a deep breath and frowned. “I left a detailed report which instructed the attaché to order one of the embassy personnel to let you know what I learned about the assault.”
Claire sat up even straighter. “Lieutenant...um...Llewellyn... No. No one has called...”
He sighed and slumped back in his chair a bit. “Look, first, please call me Luke. I’m not here in any official capacity. That...” He motioned randomly with one hand. “Working at the embassy isn’t my real job. I’m just a weekend substitute. They—the embassy personnel—were supposed to let you know...” He paused, frowning again.
“Know what?”
Luke leaned forward, ensuring he had her full attention. “I spent the better part of Sunday reviewing all of the hospital’s surveillance feed.” One corner of his mouth turned up in a half grin. “By the way, they’re very well covered—in regard to monitoring what goes on—particularly the doors and the parking lots.” He pointed to a camera mounted near the ceiling about twenty feet away from where they sat. The grin faded and he said, “At any rate, I had to go back several hours from the time of the attack, but I was finally able to spot the two assailants. I figured out when they got to the hospital and pieced together what they did while they were here.”
She was watching his expressions with mingled curiosity and concern. “Okay. That sounds like a good idea... But why?”
“I told you, the attack bothered me. It didn’t make sense and still doesn’t.” His lips tightened and he looked uncomfortable. “Anyway, I had to go back nearly six hours to find when the two men arrived. They came here at about five, long before they attacked you.” He frowned at her and asked, “What time do you normally leave?”
“It varies. Sometimes as early as five or six, but sometimes much later.” She shrugged. “Last Friday was one of the later times.” She looked perplexed. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this.”
Luke fought the urge to reach over and rub her hand or pat her cheek—anything, just to touch her. Instead he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Miss Olsen... Can I call you Mary?”
She blinked a couple of times before answering. “No...um... Yes, of course. But I go by Claire. My parents call me ‘Mary Claire,’ but to everyone else, I’m just ‘Claire’.”
He smiled then. It was his first genuine smile since he’d walked into the playroom and tried to put its occupants at ease. Claire’s breath caught. Her own face softened and her lips turned up slightly in response.
“Okay, just Claire it is...” He sat back up at attention and the smile died away. “Claire,” he repeated, “the bottom line is this: the attack wasn’t random. They were waiting on you. They’d been watching you for at least five hours and followed you into the parking lot.”
Disbelief clouded her expression. “How can you know that?” She shook her head and waved her hand dismissively. “Likely they were just waiting for a lone woman, someone who looked vulnerable.”
He shook his head. “No. There’s no doubt. Claire, this is what I do. Like I told you, I only act as babysitter to a bunch of Marine guards occasionally. What I’ve spent much of the past six years doing is reviewing and interpreting surveillance video.”
He glanced around to ensure that there was no one in the vicinity and continued quietly, “Claire, during the time between when they arrived and when they followed you out, at least fifty women exited the building alone. They weren’t looking for a vulnerable woman to mug... They were waiting for you.” She paled a little then. He gritted his teeth and looked down at the polished floor before allowing his gaze to capture hers again. He was weighing how to proceed. “And something else,” he said, leaning a little closer. “I’m pretty sure they weren’t intending to steal your purse.” His voice quieted to almost a whisper. “Claire, I think they may have been trying to harm you, maybe even kill you.”
She surged to her feet and paced several steps away before whirling around to face him again. Her voice was quiet but emphatic. “That’s impossible! I don’t know anyone in Seoul.” She struggled to keep her voice calm as she took a few steps back toward him. “I’ve only been here a few weeks, for goodness’ sake. I’m just a nurse from Minnesota. I haven’t done anything wrong and haven’t harmed anyone. I don’t have anything anyone would want!” She moved away again and then sighed. “Look, you’ve made some sort of error.”
Luke remained seated, still trying to keep a low profile. “I’m sorry, Claire. There is no mistake.” He pinched the bridge of his nose in fatigue and frustration. “I left a detailed report for the consular attaché on Sunday. I strongly suggested that someone contact you to tell you what I found and warn you to be wary. It’s clear that request wasn’t heeded.” He sighed and swore under his breath. “I’ve been—um—away since Sunday night. I just returned from a recon detail this morning and came by to check on you. I hoped you’d been told to be alert and take precautions.”
“Lieutenant—”
“Luke,” he interrupted. “Like I said, I’m not here officially.”
“Okay.” She bit her lip then started over. “Luke, I really appreciate your concern. You’ve gone above and beyond.” She smiled slightly. “But there’s no reason someone—anyone—would want to hurt me.” She paused a breath then sat back down, shaking her head. “The only explanation I can think of is that I was mistaken for someone. Do you think that’s possible?”
“Maybe, but I’m doubtful. They were here, waiting for you.” He sighed again. “Look, please at least consider the possibility. Don’t go anywhere alone and pay attention to your surroundings. And if anything even remotely suspicious happens, contact the hospital security guards or the police and the embassy.” The last sentence
