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The next few days were so ordinary, Mari began to wonder if she had simply dreamed or imagined the disturbing conversation she had overheard. Then the fourth evening, Berne again suggested she and Mitch go to town. She wanted to beg off, dreading the prospect of being alone with Mitch in the confines of the cab. Although she was strong for her size and quick, she was no match for Mitch’s brute strength. He, too, could be quick when he chose to be. Still, the outing might offer an opportunity to get more information about the planned attack on the construction camp. So she decided to go without protest.
“Come on,” Mitch growled. “You don’t have to act like I’m gonna rape you.” Although he was looking at her as if he might try, Mari told herself she believed him.
“Just let me fini
