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“Yes?” Sam Carey said, the smile beginning to fade from her eyes. “You wanted something?”

Blaine leaned a shoulder against the door jamb and tried to look pleasant. He said, “My name’s John Blaine. I’ve been hired by your father to find you. And to ask you politely if you’ll come home.”

“How polite will you be if she says no?” the guy with the muscles asked.

“Save it, Artie,” the girl said. “Let’s handle this with kid gloves.” She and the guy had been examining what looked like plans of the building, set out on a table. Now she plopped into a chair, then pointed at another one facing her. “Why don’t you sit down?” she said to Blaine. “There’s something I need to explain to you.”