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As it turned out, the chartered jet wasn’t available. It was probably a good thing, since it would have cost him about two months’ salary and his signing bonus. Instead, Dwight caught a plane to Houston and rented a car to get him to Kilby. He arrived in the evening and went straight to Nina and Maggie’s apartment.
No answer.
He’d tried to call Maggie from the road, but she never answered. He remembered her last words to Lieberman—“Goodbye, Jim Lieberman”—with terror. Was she really leaving Kilby for good? He remembered the position her parents had mentioned on that FaceTime call.
Was she going back to Boston?
He interlaced his hands on top of his head, tilting back to gaze up at the sky streaked with puffy sunset clouds the color of bubble gum. What had he done? If he just had a c
