Chapter 18
Mark’s apprehension turned to anger, then shifted gears into a sheer fright. It appeared there was more to be afraid of than he could have imagined. But still, it couldn’t be Duncan. Duncan was in New York City. So, what the hell was going on? A hit man? That didn’t fit the profile of murder-suicide if that was his aim.
The two men huddled in front of the computer screen, so engrossed they hardly heard the door squeak open, until Lady scrambled out from under Mark’s desk and barked.
Mark turned around so fast, his neck wrenched. A shooting spasm rang along the side. Julia and Annie had come up behind him, peering into the screen.
“My God, don’t you women ever knock?” Paul asked, with a growl.
“I’m glad we didn’t,” Julia replied. “You would have turned this off.”
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