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She had taught him to trust again.
The hell with this! He slammed the ledgers onto his desk. He was going to the theater. He wanted to be with Abby.
And then he heard a scream in his head. It was Abby's voice. "Mike! Oh, Mike, dear lord, behind you!"
Ducking, he turnedin time to see a raised arm come crashing down. He felt a burst of pain at the back of his headthen nothing.

"This is ridiculous, Abby," Hannah barked, wheeling the sports car around a Beverly Hills corner so fast that the tires shrieked. "Even if you're right and Mike's in trouble, what can you do?"
"I have to be with him," Abby said. She would know what to do when the time came.
"Of all times for Mike's phone system to be out. Look, at least let me stop next time we pass a pay phone. I'll call the cops."
"Take me to him first," Abby insisted. "The police might not believe you."
They reached Mike's building. A light was on in the empty lobby, and windows on most floors were lit. But counting upward, Abby saw no illumination on the twelfth story.
"Don't they have a security guard at this hour?" Hannah demanded.
"Let me out," Abby said. "I'll look for the guard. Then I'll help Mike."
"I don't know about this." Hannah shook her head. In the dim green light from the numbers

 
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