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Fortunately, the memory of Ilene resting her
face against him, her check pressed against the worst of the scars
in the aftermath of their lovemaking, intruded and overlay the
nightmare ones. Ilene. For her, he’d face the devil himself. And
maybe, just maybe, he was.
Michael shook himself out of the abstraction
of memory when another group of three men and a woman approached,
not coming down the escalator from the concourse, but along the
hallway connecting to another terminal. He knew Ray Sheridan, but
to his considerable surprise he recognized one of other three as
well. He had to search his memory to supply a name, but then he
realized the name he had probably wasn’t a real one anyway.
So far this day was offering up one surprise
after another. This one, at least, w
