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He didn’t need to worry. I would not get Nehemiah involved in this any more than he already was.

“Just wanted to practice with my new violin,” I called out, using every bit of acting ability I’d gained over the last few years.

“Good idea. Glad to hear it.” Nehemiah came closer. “Mr. Leighton, are you rehearsing as well?”

“No.” Dale forced his polite, charming smile before turning. “I just wanted to wish Maggie good luck.”

“Is that so?” Nehemiah looked at me. “Everything all right?”

I nodded, resisting the urge to rub my arm. Nehemiah had stopped Dale from doing anything to me, and I’d just to be more careful in the future.

FIFTY-THREE

DRAKE

It was only Saturday afternoon,and I was already going crazy.

My brain wouldn’t shut up.

I kept replaying the phone conversation with Maggie last night. Maybe there could be hope for her forgiveness after all.

Something bothered me, though. Why did she ask if I’d been following her or sent her something? Could she have noticed someone following her? Did something spook her?

I shoved that thought to the back of my mind as I rummaged through my refrigerator, figuring out what to make for dinner. I wasn’t that hungry, but it was something to do.

I was still debating when, suddenly, there was a call on the intercom.

“Mr. Mac Gilleain?! Hello?!” I recognized Murphy’s voice from the front desk.

I pressed the talk button. “Yes.”

“Sir, we need you to evacuate the building right now.”

I frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes, well,” he took a moment. “Please head to the lobby, Mr. Mac Gilleain. You’ll be told where to go from here.”

“Murphy, talk to me.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll go, but tell me what’s happening.”

“Well, um, yes, you see…it’s a bomb threat.”

My eyebrows shot up. “A what?”

“Someone called the police station and said they planted a bomb in our building. The police are here, telling everybody to evacuate.”

I stared at the intercom, my brain slowly accepting what I heard. “All right, see you in a minute.”

I grabbed my coat and phone and went to the elevator, my mind racing as I descended.

A bomb threat.

It didn’t seem possible. Not here. Aside from the fact that my building had excellent security, it made no sense as a target. Yes, most people here had money, but we weren’t flashy celebrities that people would know about.

This had to be a prank.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, a grim-looking police officer greeted me.

“Exit the building and go across the street.”

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