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48

Jack and Brinkley rushed into the lobby of the office building, and Jack knew from the security guard's terrified expression that she recognized him. A young woman, she seemed to age on the spot.

'I know you two,' she said. She backed away, her hand hovering at the gun holstered to her hip. 'You're that lawyer who killed his wife.' Her frightened eyes shifted to Brinkley. 'And you're that cop who pushed that guard around. I read about you in the newspaper. Either of you give me any trouble, I'll shoot you down.'

'Don't worry,' Jack said, grabbing the edge of the desk. 'We won't hurt you. We won't hurt anyone. We need to see Mary DiNunzio.'

'She's not here.' The guard looked nervously from Jack to Brinkley and back again. 'She's gone.'

'When?'

'None of your business.'

'She may be in danger. Tell me when she left.'

The guard got more nervous. 'About ten minutes ago. What kind of danger?'

Brinkley was already backing up to go. 'Was she alone? Or was she with a young girl?'

'A girl. They left together.'

'You know where they went?' Jack asked, heading out with Brinkley.

'No, and if I did, I wouldn't tell either of you. That's for damn sure.'


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