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Safe house, Gray’s Farm Main Road, Hawksbill Bay.
Jana threw the box of candy to the ground and her jaw muscles flexed. “I’m not mad at you for collecting my mail. What I want to know is why did you bring these letters here? What makes you think I have any interest in that man? He’s dead to me. He’s been dead my whole life! But wait a minute,” she said as she thumbed through the envelopes. “These are all opened. You’ve been reading them, haven’t you?”
“FBI has been reading your mail since you disappeared. I told you before, you killed the most-wanted terrorist in the world and that puts you in danger.”
“Oh,” Jana replied, “the FBI has been reading them. What about you?”
Cade looked at his feet. “No one knew what to do with your mail, so I’ve been collecting it.
