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She had taught him to trust again. |
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The hell with this! He slammed the ledgers onto his desk. He was going to the theater. He wanted to be with Abby. |
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And then he heard a scream in his head. It was Abby's voice. "Mike! Oh, Mike, dear lord, behind you!" |
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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. |
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"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?" |
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"I have to be with him," Abby said. She would know what to do when the time came. |
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"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." |
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"Take me to him first," Abby insisted. "The police might not believe you." |
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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. |
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"Don't they have a security guard at this hour?" Hannah demanded. |
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"Let me out," Abby said. "I'll look for the guard. Then I'll help Mike." |
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"I don't know about this." Hannah shook her head. In the dim green light from the numbers |
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