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. "All right. What does that leave us with?"
"A mystery," he said. "But hardly, I think, an imminent threat."
A faint firefly of an idea flitted through my mind. It could easily be
dead wrong, though that was not the reason I decided against sharing it. It
led into an area of thought I could not explore in an instant, and I don't
like giving away pieces of things like that.
Fiona was glaring at me now, but I maintained a bland expression.
Abruptly then, seeing that her cause was fruitless, she decided to change
the subject:
"You said that you left Luke under somewhat unusual circumstances. Just
where is he now?"
The last thing I wanted to do was to get her really mad at me. But I
couldn't see fuming her loose on Luke in his present condition. For all I
knew, she might actually be up to killing him, just as a form of life
insurance. And I did not want Luke dead. I'd a feeling he might be
undergoing something of a change of attitude, and I wanted to give him every
break I could. We still owed each other a few, even though it was hard
keeping score; and there is something to be said for old times' sake
Considering what I'd judged his condition to be when I'd left him, it was
going to be a while before he was in decent shape again. And then I had a
number of things I wanted to talk to him about.
"Sorry," I said
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