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the back door of the SUV. “Of course.”

I hesitated only a moment before climbing inside.

The leather seats were cool. The interior smelled faintly of cedar and clean linen. Gabriel placed my suitcase gently in the back, then got into the driver’s seat but did not start the engine.

He turned to face me.

“There is a hotel nearby,” he said. “A quiet one. continue reading …