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Feeling braver, she threw open the door and thrust herself through, staying low to the floor.
Still nothing.
How was she to see with no lights? If she used the flashlight, she would be easy prey. But how could Philip see without light? Perhaps if she stood still, he would reveal himself.
Pulling herself tightly against the wall, she waited.
She did not have to wait long.
Suddenly all the lights went on, momentarily blinding her. She ducked, looking around, feeling vulnerable. She gripped the flashlight as a shadowy form hurtled toward her. Then she was thrown to the floor.

Mike heard a soft moaning. Jerking awake, he realized he was the source.
His head hurt. God, did it ever! He rubbed it gingerly.
He looked around. He was lying on a cold concrete floor beside the Bronco. How had he gotten here? Last he recalled, he had been in his office thinking about Abby.
And then he'd heard her voice in his head. He'd turnedand the blow that had probably been meant to kill him had only knocked him unconscious.
But why had he been brought here?
Suddenly a pair of dark-clad legs appeared before him. "So you're awake," said an angry voice as brittle as untempered glass. Gloved hands gripped his arm, dragging him to his feet. He

 
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