He wheeledon Megan without warning, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pinned herup against the Plexiglas that rose above the hockey boards. Paul! he said, his dark eyes widening. So damned independent. She turned for thekitchen and they trotted after her with their tails straight up.
The attention to small detail was lost in the huntfor larger clues. Mitch sat back with a sigh and picked up the DMV fax. once inside the building, Megan hung a left and marched down the widehall, ignoring the pretty atrium with its skylights and potted palms andpictorial history of Deer Lake. It's weird, he said, his tone still hushed.
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