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Then Philip had barged in, reminding Mike of his greatest shame. He had killed Dixie.
"Mr. Danziger?" John Ellenger, head of building security, interrupted Mike's reverie. A beefy man whose muscles bulged beneath his uniform shirt, he stood at Mike's desk looking impatient.
"Thanks for coming," Mike said. He explained who Philip was and that no harm had been done. Then he asked everyone to leave his officeAbby in particular. What was between them? When he looked into her dark eyes, he found his own pain mirrored. And when she achedhow was it that he knew her sorrow as intimately as his own?

Abby waited patiently in the reception area for more than an hour before Mike emerged. He was alone for most of that time. Lowell left the office soon after the guard arrived, clearly upset. Ruth followed shortly after.
Surely it was the miserable scene she had witnessed, embellished by Mike's pain, that caused Abby's disquiet to flare into a sense that something terrible was about to happen. It clawed at her like a live creature, attacking her from the inside out. Was it real? If so, what was the source of the peril?
Abby tried to act normal when Lydia continued their chat between answering phone calls. Finally Mike emerged. "Let's go," he said, barely looking at Abby. He put his card into the slot beside the elevator. With a small smile of farewell to Lydia, Abby turned to follow. She took his arm, wanting to offer him comfort.

 
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