7 Chapter 7

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There was no ordinary-looking sedan parked at the curb when I got home, and I was somewhat disappointed, although that would have meant Mark had broken into my house again.

Why hadn’t I thought to give him a key? There was a spare one hanging behind the doorin my wine cellar. I’d give it to him when I saw him, either before I left for the ball or in the morning.

I let the Lexus roll into the driveway, turned off the ignition, and began the unloading, starting with the backseat. Fortunately, aside from the McVeys, who livedalmost directly across the street and who were out of town just now, I didn’t have any neighbors who would comment on the number of suitcases I brought into my house.