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made to look even bluer by her makeup. "If you're running away from him, I can let you get a head start to wherever you're going."

Again, Aaronson gave Angie a look of disgust and she looked back at him as if on the point of saying something. "No," she said at last, her slim hands with long pink fingernails brushing her hair over her shoulders, "We all have to face up to it some time or other. Call himi to come over."

Robert Cort had not been able to track down Dr. Samuel Aaronson, nor had Jean been able to find out more than that an "A. Rodriguez" had checked out of a motel in Mallory Park two days before. Despite Lincoln's message, Cort raged at him for ignoring the order to return to California.

"Very well," said Lincoln calmly. "I'll have to leave Aaronson's right now to make a plane."

"You wait right there mister," Cort snarled back. "Since you're there, you wait right there until I arrive."

Angie Saunders refused Lincoln's suggestion that she might wish to change for the arrival of her husband. At Lincoln's use of the word "husband," she would glance at Aaronson, who glowered back at her. But apart from being engry, Aaronson now kept his thoughts and opinions to himself.

Robert Cort did not come to Dr. Aaronson's alone. "Jean!" exclaimed Angie when the blonde-haired woman came in. Jean looked at Lincoln quickly, and Lincoln felt sick. Angie paid attention to the woman and greeted her warmly, but she ignored Robert Cort. Cathy Lord was correct, Lincoln thought bitterly, Angie Saunders was a lesbian.

"Very well, Lincoln," Cort was as abrupt as ever. "You can leave now. Jean and I have a lot to talk over with Angie.”

Lincoln nodded, accepting his dismissal as a matter of course. He stalked from the library without a backward glance. Angie stared after him in puzzlement.

"It was the way you greeted me," said Jean, the worried frown on her face easing, as she took in Angie's casual wear, and for Angie,

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