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Chapter 22

And when I don’t leave town next weekend, what do I tell her? I guess I’ll come up with something. With a sigh he got back to work, forcing himself to relax. But he couldn’t stop checking the time, wishing it was noon so that he could leave for lunch—and call Ric to see if his plan had worked. But not the being attacked part, damn it. He knew that was behind his restlessness. Fear that the bastard who had sent the threatening email would go after Ric when he found out that Ric was ignoring his warning.

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The hook is baited. Now let’s see if he bites.