seen it a couple times this week. Outside the library, near Ramona’s, and now here, at the bar.” “You’re sure it’s the same one?” He could see the tension in her shoulders as they inched up closer to her ears, as if she was about to let go of something she had wanted to tell him but had been holding back. She hesitated. “Nell . . .” Somewhere in the traffic, someone honked, startling them both. “No,” she said. The black car turned and disappeared down the street. “It’s the break-in. I’m just jumpy.” “No, you’re not! If you really think you’re being followed, after everything we just talked
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