Talon had been gone for a little more than a half hour; he wondered what his chances were.
    He knocked on the door.
    "John?"
    "Hi, baby."
    The door opened; he couldn't see her.
    "Come on in."
    The door slammed shut behind him. Candi snapped all three of the locks decisively and turned to him. "Phone," she demanded.
    He handed it over. She flung it into the next room. She was wearing the sweatshirt he'd gotten her, and nothing else.
    "Travis isn't back?"
    "He won't be back for hours," she affirmed intensely.
    This time, there weren't any interruptions.

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