Usually, his otherworldly foes were a little more subtle than that.
“There aren’t any other copies, are there?” she asked. “Of the digital files, I mean.”
He shook his head. “No. I think Colin planned to make more once he was done editing, but obviously, he never got that far.”
“So that’s it, then.”
Another glance told him she appeared more resigned than upset. Or maybe she was just trying to hold it together because they couldn’t afford for her to come flying apart right now. Actually, they couldn’t afford for either of them to lose control. At the moment, Michael knew his brain was a jumble of contradictory thoughts — anger and sorrow over Colin’s murder, a sort of bright, shining joy at learning that Audrey loved him, just as he loved her. Surely together they could come up with a w
