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The mist rolling over the water obscured the view of land, kind of how Sam felt about this case.

And if he didn’t get his bearings soon, he might just run aground. The fact that almost getting killed hadn’t been enough to convince Jen to divulge her secrets made it look as though she was neck-deep in the art fraud.

On the other side of the balcony divider, he heard Jen cry out. He scaled the balcony rail, swung around the partition and hurried to her side as she wrestled a blanket in her lounge chair.

“Jen,” he whispered. “It’s just a dream. You’re okay. Wake up.”

Her eyes flew open. “Sam? What are you doing here?”

“You cried out. I thought you were in trouble.”

“I must’ve been dreaming. Every time I close my eyes I see his face, see him lunging toward me.” She shivered.

Against his better judgment, Sam folded her in his arms. He couldn’t help himself. She looked utterly stricken. He wanted to say It’s okay. You’re safe now. But he didn’t know that. In fact, he doubted it with every ounce of his being.