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story?" he asked, a crooked grin at his mouth. "And the lady's husband just a few minutes behind me? Should I go to the nearest phone and call in a newspaper photographer?"

"No, no," it was Angie was spoke finally. She and the doctor were exchanging glances. "I don't think we want any publicity at all. I don't want to hurt anyone."

Lincoln was surprised at her coolness. He knew that the old man was a plastic surgeon. He was supposed to be retired. Was there something about Angie that wasn't as real as it was supposed to be? Still, as Lincoln looked her over, he knew that that wouldn't matter at all. Even if she had undergone surgery, Angie Saunders was everything now that he had ever wanted in a woman, and he knew that most men would agree with him. "I'm here to make sure no one gets hurt," he said grimly.

Angie stared at him. She sat down again, smoothing her dress behind her. "And why are you really here, Mr. Lincoln?" she asked with a frown. "I don't know you at all."

"Your husband, Mrs. Cort," said Lincoln pointedly. "Is very worried by your sudden disappearance. Not to mention the Board of Directors of Pacific Studios. Everyone is worried about you and afraid that something terrible might have happened to you." He glanced at Samuel Aaronson. "If it's not too rude a question, why are you here?" he asked Angie, watching the doctor's stony face, angrily refusing to help Angie with an answer. "Why didn't you tell anyone where you were going?"

Angie was very tense. "Those questions are very personal,” she said quietly, crossing her legs, showing her shapely thighs to Glen with a flash of garter, "and my answers are personal, too."

Lincoln nodded. Well, he'd done his job, more than his job, if Cort's words of the previous day meant anything. Now, he supposed he'd have to call in the man who had employed him. It didn't seem right, not at least without offering her his help. "Your husband knows where you are," he said, observing the nervous way she bit at her pink lower lip. "He'll be here soon." He paused. "I work for him. So, I have to phone him." He shrugged, seeing the blankness in her blue eyes,