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impossible with Philip's glowering. The party soon broke up.
At the door, Philip turned back. ''Getting me sober only makes things clearer. I know that almighty Mike Danziger wants me dead, just like Dixie. Didn't you hear him? And if he doesn't get me, I'll get him!"
Abby was glad to see everyone leave. She hoped for a few moments alone with Mike, to reassure him that surely no one other than his grief-crazed brother-in-law would accuse him of killing his wife.
A certain warmth flowed through her body when she considered being alone with Mike once more in this house. Might they repeat their wonderful encounter of the night before? But he simply excused himself.
Abby went to bed. Her earlier disjointed fear had not abated, and she wished she could either rid herself of the terrible crawly sensation or understand what it meant.
She had a dream that night of being on the desert, surrounded by heat so intense that she thought she might melt. Flames seemed to leap at her from the sun, and she felt unable to breathe in the stifling heat. She called out for relief.
Her own cry woke her. She screamed aloud then, for it had not been a dream after all.
One wall of her bedroom was in flames.

 
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