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THE SAME DAY, THE THIRD of November, 2017, Los Pelicanos, Baja California, Jay sat on the bench at the curve of the malecón above the rock beach, the ocean calm, waves lapping the rocks, an eerie change from the customary sound of rocks grinding against each other. Thursday, after leaving Anna at the Sheraton, while driving back to Los Pelicanos, he’d decided. Time to move forward, return to his ranch life. His anonymity of two years had to end right away. He would go to New York. Get the interview done and an inventory of the Hatcher estate.
The first step, the easy one, was to call Lyn, which he did last night and this morning. She was now a part of his going home, as she had to be. Without her he was just a spy, playing at ranching and sometimes wandering the world, wondering why
