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He saw a woman walking down the long lane, headed for the road.

It had to be Hope. Right height, right weight. Same sexy walk. But her hair was short and dark.

He slipped on his jacket and followed, gun in hand.

She stopped when she reached the road. He considered approaching. He should, really. But he knew that if he did, she’d simply lie about what had driven her to leave her warm bed at midnight.

And he’d be no closer to figuring out what made this woman tick.

So he stayed quiet, hidden by the trees. And in less than five minutes, an old car came along. Hope slid in and shut the door. The car drove away, leaving Mack McCann, who rarely got surprised by anything, standing at the side of the road with his mouth hanging open.