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I'm just damned. Abby did not hear the words but felt them throb through Mike's head. She knew then that Mike had been married to this man's sister, his wife was dead, and this man claimed Mike had murdered her. Could it be true? If so, surely she would sense the evil in himwouldn't she? |
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Or had she? Had that been the reason for her stabbing premonition of danger upon first seeing him? |
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Whatever had happened, Mike was clearly tormented by it. This, perhaps, was the source of his anger, his fear, his terrible loneliness. |
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The other people in the room approached Philip Rousseau. Lowell's voice was soothing, Ruth's threatening. Philip looked at them both as though they were cockroaches unworthy of notice. But then Mike held part of the phone to his ear and pushed a few buttons. "Security? This is Mike Danziger in the penthouse. We've got a little trouble." He said to Philip, "You have three minutes. Speak your piece or leave." |
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As furious as he had looked before, Philip Rousseau now appeared murderous. "You killed Dixie, then cheated me out of her money. Well, this isn't over, Danziger," he said. "Not by a long shot." |
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As Philip swept from the room, Abby heard Mike whisper in a broken voice, "It'll never be over." |
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Abby turned toward him. He leaned on his desk, his face in his hands, and again she felt his pain. He must have loved his wife very much, she |
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