CHAPTER 8Miles had been invited to George and Cora’s for dinner that night. It was a perfect time to tell them the news about the culprit behind the boat bombing. He arrived around seven, bottle of Cabernet in hand. Cora greeted him at the door with a hug. George and Olivia were busy setting out their meal on the dining room table.
Miles smiled at Olivia. “So nice to see you, Olivia. How are you doing?”
Olivia smiled back. “Quite well, thanks. Although I’d be even better if that horrible Jonathan Reese wasn’t still on the loose.”
Miles wrapped his arm around her. “I understand, but he no longer has a reason to harm you. Your story has already been documented by the FBI, so his only concern at this point is avoiding capture. I suspect he’s a million miles from here by now.”
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