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decided to be direct. And you were so helpful, working late when the phones were out so even if you heard me upstairs you couldn't call for help. No way will you survive gunshots to the heart. When you're gone, I'll take your wallet. It was hard work dragging you down here unconscious, but it was worth it. When the police find you in the garage, they'll figure this was a random robbery gone wrong."
Abby drew in her breath. He must have seen her move, for he turned to her. "Didn't really mean to get you involved, Abby, but maybe it's better. Mike's not likely to try anything if he thinks you'll get hurt. Besides," he said, his voice plaintive, "he's fallen for you. He may have seen to it that you'd get the restaurants if you survive him. I can't take that chance."
She hazarded a glance at Mike. She had never seen him so furious. His lower jaw jutted, and his gray eyes blazed like lightning in a thunderstorm. But he remained still.
What could they do? If either moved, one would get shot. The other might be able to grab the gun before Lowell took another shotbut maybe not. And in any event, it might be too late for whomever was hit. If only she had the kicking skills of the stuntwoman she had seen on TV! And the flashlight Hannah had given hershe must have dropped it when she was attacked, and she did not see it now.
How long would it be before Lowell made his move? Abby felt like crying. Her powers had failed her, as they had so many times before

 
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