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CHAPTER 21

Panic ran her perfume. He'd had her a couple of weeks, but he knew the sort of woman she was-quiet, level-headed, the slightest show of alertness wouldn't scare her at this gentle grilling. No, a tiny dollop of the doubt, of the pills, crept into her head. She screamed the words at him, but whispere...