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Danziger's too damned powerful. He should be shot." |
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Abby drew in her breath. Was this it? Did Philip Rousseau intend to shoot Mike? "That is rather drastic," she said, wishing her voice sounded less hoarse. |
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"Nothing's too good for Danziger." Philip Rousseau laughed, and Abby cringed at the ugly, bitter sound. "Anyhow, I've warned you. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from him." |
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Mike glanced at the crystal-and-brass clock on his paper-strewn desk. More than two hours had passed since he had given Abby his watch and sent her out to shop. He shouldn't be worried; she was an adult, and he'd told her not to hurry. |
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But she seemed so childlike and naive at times. . . . |
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With a wry quirk of his lips, he put down the ledger he'd been reading. He couldn't concentrate now anyway, not with his mind on Abby. He might as well go find her. |
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First he invited Lowell and Ruth for dinner and called Hannah to give instructions. |
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Then he left the office. The elevator reminded him of Abby and how she'd saved his life, more than once. But he didn't know what to make of her strange tale of coming from the past to take care of him. He shook his head. What was her agenda? |
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She couldn't be for realcould she? |
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