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Rebecca drove Courtney to her rental car, and its parking tickets, and then they met at her apartment.
Once inside, tears again filled Courtney’s eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t expect any trouble, and I never expected to put anyone in danger.”
“It’s not your fault, Courtney,” Rebecca said.
She dried her eyes as best she could. “I also see, with the constant danger around this kind of work, it’s not for me. I don’t want to do news. I don’t want to think about, let alone see, heads without bodies, boats blown up, and scary gang leaders threatening to slice off my ears and fingers until I tell them things I don’t even know!” She shuddered. “I’m going back to L.A. I’ll head to the airport now.”
“I’m so sorry it turned out this way,” Rebecca said. “Will you see Pierre before you go?”
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