“How did you know where I was?” “Carla said there was a possibility you’d driven out here.” He glanced past her into the darkened living room. “Where’s Hixon?” Guinevere shook her head, her anxiety evident in the new huskiness in her voice. “I don’t know, Zac, and I’m worried sick. There’s blood on his desk and I—” “Blood! Are you sure?” He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her firmly out of the way. Then he stepped into the living room. “Have you been through the house?” “Yes. He’s not here, and there’s no indication of where he might have gone. You can see for yourself everything looks in order except for the desk. What if the same thing’s happening to him that happened to Cal Bender?” “We still don’t know for sure how Bender died.” Zac stood by the desk, gazing down at the small dark stains. “The authorities are convinced so far that it was just what it looks like: a climbing accident.”
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