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Bathed in sunlight that came in through the window behind him, Harry sat hunched over with his elbow on the desk, his face in his hand. “So let me get this straight,” he began. “You want to do what?”
“Take the girls some place safe,” his ex-wife said.
Craning his neck to squint at her, Harry shook his head. “You mean to say they're not safe with me,” he muttered, sitting back. “Della, I know this Leo has everybody on edge, but you're overreacting.”
She stood in front of his desk in a plain black dress, silver-blonde hair framing her pale face. “You can't guarantee their safety,” she said. “I can take them to my father's place out west.”
Harry bared his teeth, shaking his head slowly. “And once they're there,” he said, “they'll get settled in. Suddenly, Alberta will feel like home,
