"We can't stay here, not very long.  They may be checking on every conveyance that left the Center this very minute." She frowned and thought.  Her place would not do, this place would not do - and Ben had intended to take him to Jubal Harshaw.  But she did not know Harshaw; she was not even sure where he lived - somewhere in the Poconos, Ben had said.  Well, she would just have to try to find out where he lived and call him.  It was Hobson's choice; she had nowhere else to turn.