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goods she did not understand. The best items were at the rear of the shop: rocks, both large and small, that were for sale. Embedded in them were fossils much like those she had touched in the place of magic to bring her here. In this time, people must think nothing of being able to purchase such magic! Perhaps they simply did not know the exciting possibilities hidden in fossils.
When the time for her to return to Mike's office neared, she regretfully left this wonder-filled shop.
As she reached the building in which Mike's office was located, she noticed someone familiar pacing back and forth inside the lobby. Philip Rousseau. She walked slowly through the glass door, watching him. His teeth were clenched and his flabby hands were wadded into fists at his sides. He stared at the elevators as though deciding whether to take one upstairs.
A shiver shot up her back. Philip had threatened Mike, and a few minutes later Mike had nearly stepped into an empty elevator shaft. This man, who appeared ferally angry, had to be why Abby still felt a great curl of unease twisted about her insides in this city of L.A. If only she could find out what he had in mind to hurt Mike next, perhaps she could prevent it more easily.
She drew in her breath, then approached him. "Mr. Rousseau?"
The man turned abruptly as though startled. One fist raised as though he would strike her, and Abby stepped back. "Yes?" His small eyes, sunken deep into his fleshy face, widened in rec-

 
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