she ran for the door , long dancer 's legs eating up the distance , and i was left alone . i asked as i reached for the drink . spencer sat in one of the leather swivel chairs around the large , cherry conference table . he called about fifteen minutes ago . '' she could still make it to her train , if she ran . he looked like he 'd been to war and not come back . `` please , jake , do n't tell him who i am . '' 