her father?s voice from downstairs.
?Lennie?? Jerry called from the hallway in front of Helen?s bedroom.
She had been so distracted by Hector she had forgotten to
listen for her dad.
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?Yeah!? Helen called down, motioning desperately for Hector to
get away from the door. She changed places with him and made it
inside just in time.
?Are you sleeping up there again?? Jerry asked when he saw
Helen shutting the door to the roof and coming down the steps.
?It?s way too cold out, Helen.?
?Do you have any idea how late it is? Go to sleep,? she scolded as
she hurried past him.
?I know, I?m going to bed right now . . . Hey! You go to sleep,?
Jerry scolded back, belatedly remembering that he was the parent.
As Helen jumped into bed and burrowed into her comforter, she
could have sworn she heard Hector chuckling softly to himself up
on the widow?s walk.
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Chapter Ten
MAJORCA, SPAIN Creon watched the reporter for five minutes before he decided
to uncloak himself from the shadows. He appeared
out of the darkness behind her, barely a step away. She
spun around and inhaled a startled breath so quickly it almost
sounded like a sob. There was something exhilarating
about seeing a woman afraid, Creon thought, especially when
that woman was a pushy bitch like this one. A little fear is good; it