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AS HER LAST stop for the day, Margaret Porter decided that one last check with Mr. Nakamura would suffice. Then she could go home. She had arranged for the room to be cleared once the time for use had expired. She had two wedding receptions to prepare in the morning.
Stepping from the elevator, she saw men with golf bags going through the door, shook her head, and went back to the lobby. The manager on duty was passing as the elevator doors opened.
“Hi, Margaret. Still here?”
“I don"t know, John,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I"m not sure where I am.”
The look on her face made him ask if something was wrong. She told him what she had just seen.
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FRITZ TOOK OUT his phone. “Hi Lin.”
“Where are you?” she asked.
“At school, the summit.” He saw Jane and the colonel ea
