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It was far too late to drive to Jerome. The clock on his dashboard read nine-thirty when Colin got back to his car. Even if he’d left at that exact moment, Colin knew he wouldn’t have been able to make it to the mountain town before close to midnight, which was a little late to be knocking on someone’s door and pleading with them to take you back.
So he’d sat there in the darkness for a long moment, then shook his head and pointed his car south, toward home. Kate was already on her way back to Peoria, since he’d stood and watched while she climbed into her CR-V and then pulled out of the parking lot. At least she’d be home within a half hour or so. Colin had never thought he’d be grateful for Jeff’s ritual Friday night poker games, since he knew Kate was less than a fan, but at least
