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After Maggie left, I found myself stomping around the apartment. Wizard headed to a favorite spot under the bedroom bureau. I was frustrated and worried. I should never have let her get pulled into this thing. I recalled our conversations. Had I encouraged her? No. In fact, I hadn’t even shared Michael’s journal with her before now. There wasn’t much I could do to dissuade her. She was determined to play detective to help her friend. I had a lot of sympathy for her and for Katrina. I couldn’t even imagine what Ritter’s murder was doing to that poor woman. No wonder she was a basket case.
I’d keep my word. I’d drive down to San Bruno tonight, if only so Maggie wasn’t alone in that godforsaken warehouse. And then I wasn’t going to let her weasel out of the agreement. She was going to qu
