What if he had been hallucinating? What if he had simply been separated from the other men?What if—"Morning, Del," TJ greeted.It irked her to see him enter her house so nonchalantly."Ever hear of knocking, TJ?"Ignoring her, TJ's eyes grazed over the living room. It was clear from his wounded expression that he noticed the empty space on the table by the window, the space where his photograph had been. She wasn't about to tell him that the photo had been shredded into tiny pieces.Or that she had used it to line the kitty-litter box."Play nice," Lisa whispered in her ear.TJ slid his long-legged body into a kitchen chair. "The others'll meet us at the airport. You ready?"Del jerked her head toward a large backpack propped up beside the door. Her bags had been packed, ready to go for hours."Let's go."Hefting the heavy pack over one shoulder, she motioned toward the door. TJ and Lisa followed her outside to the taxi that was waiting in the driveway."Have any problems getting a charter?" she asked, stuffing her bags into the trunk."Nope," TJ said.
