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  1. Titles by John McMahon
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  65. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  66. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Five weeks into the relationship, she ended it.

And that had been the last time Kelly spent any significant time with Jed in nine months. Until last night.

Kelly stared at the white file boxes grouped together in the backhouse. The ones he was always raving about. Jed was never gonna publish these.

She thought of the man she’d caught spying on Jed. The same man who surprised her at her apartment.

If she left the boxes as is . . . would Jed even open them and know the papers inside were gone?

She saw the letters G.U. on the box tops and sat down beside them. Dumped the contents of each of them into three black bags and then placed the empty boxes back—right where they were before.

With the bags full, she moved across the yard and out to her car.

She got in her Honda and drove then, getting on the highway and moving north.

About ten minutes later, she parked by a dumpster in an empty lot off 20th.

Jed would still be asleep, she thought. Wondering why she’d come by last night. Wondering how he’d gotten lucky.

She heard a noise behind her, and a black SUV pulled in beside her Honda.

A man rolled down his passenger window, and his eyes met hers. The same man she’d met twice now.

She popped the hatchback of her Honda CR-V, and the man got out. Walked around back and inspected the papers inside the bags. Loaded them into the back of his angled Italian SUV.

Kelly appraised the man in her side mirror as he worked. Dark hair, slicked back with product. Tall and muscular under that shirt.

He shut her hatchback and came up alongside her Honda. Close to her window. “You’re not thinking of leaving town, are you?”

“I’m headed to work,” she said. “It’s just another day at school.”

The man motioned at the bags he’d transferred to the back of his Maserati Levante. “And Harrington doesn’t have a digital copy of all this?”

“Jed?” She smiled. “He’s old-school. Paper, paper, and more paper. He probably won’t even notice it’s gone for a month.”

The man handed her an envelope then, about four inches thick.

Then he got back in his SUV and took off.

Kelly exhaled nervously.

She could go home right now. Load up the car and be gone. But his question about leaving town had spooked her.

So she decided to head to school. She’d spend time in the storage area before her first class began. Maybe even at her free period at the end of the day. Take the time to clean the place up so it looked as good as it had the first day Kelly took the job at Falls Magnet.

Life was looking up. This creep she’d given the papers to would be out of her life. And Jed wouldn’t even know what happened.

Today was a good day. A new day.

And tomorrow, the start of a new adventure.