“I DON’T like it, Michael,” Caroline said. “Not one bit.” She was seated at her bureau, dressed for bed, brushing out her long, auburn hair. The professor was in bed, propped up on pillows, in his blue pajamas. “Nobody knows me down there,” he said. “It’ll just be a quick ‘in and out.’” She got up from the bureau, stretched out beside him on the bed, and said, “You don’t even know that this Red Dog White is the one who has her.” “It’s just a guess. But a good one.” “You ought to let this Arnetto work out a plan to catch everyone all at once.” “It’ll take too long. We may have to do it that way in the end. Wait for Arnetto, if we have to. But we can still try for Sara tomorrow. Work the one good lead we do have.” “What lead is that, Michael? A video of some unknown bar?” “It’s the right place. Arnetto confirmed it. You need to stop worrying.” “I need to wring Bruce Robertson’s neck, is what I need to do.” Branden laughed softly and pulled her to him.
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