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She glances up at Paul, the man she just met at the smoky saloon. I resisted letting her know, instead I spent time searching the net to learn about her fascination.

Her knees part wavering nervously. This one was a costume party for one thing. It is impossible to not remember such a beautiful woman with a hook for one hand and an empty sleeve. My hand was on the electronic lock on top of the gun safe and I was already punching buttons when I heard the pounding on my front door.

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I was surprised that it would be so busy at nearly three in the afternoon. Unfortunately, the same man is with her each time. The stool scraped across the floor in a loud symphony of un-tuned instruments. Robert had been invited to a party by a mutual friend of Anne Simpson.

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Roger had seen the couple every Saturday morning about the same time for the past month. He was intrigued and went because the party didn't sound like the typical party for the people that he usually hung with.

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