![]() ![]() And she couldn't imagine a time when it would ever be there again.Īs always, the hurt overpowered the anger, and what welled up in her throat came with tears that choked her. It needed only seconds, like the start-up speed of a Maserati. Slow, giving the internal anger and hurt time to shoot from zero to a hundred. She could still grab it in time, but Elizabeth didn't hurry. By the time she had opened the second lock and was sliding the key into the last one-this was New York, after all-the phone was on its fourth ring.Īt almost midnight, it had to be the West Coast calling. Elizabeth had turned the key in the Fox lock, releasing a heavy metal bar that scraped across the inside of the front door with an impressive prison-gate sound, and was about to attack the Segal lock when the phone in the apartment started to ring. ![]()
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