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to the cottage vaguely depressing. Memories of that traumatic year when she was thirteen seemed to be waiting for her there. It was easier to give a more rational explanation for her failure to use the beach house.
    "I'd lose the rental tax advantages if I spent too much time there," she said easily.

    "Oh, of course," Susan said. Being a Californian, she understood the implications of tax-advantaged investments immediately. People in California worried a lot about such investments. "Does your sister use it?"
    "Rarely. My mother used to go there occasionally before she remarried and moved back east. Basically I'm just hanging on to the place for the appreciation and for tax purposes. And if it's free that second week in June, you're welcome to use it."
    "Great, I'll tell Richard. Come along, I want to introduce you to my client."
    "The gentleman in the mauve suit?"
    "That's him."
    By ten o'clock Honor decided she'd had enough cheese to supply her calcium needs for a month. She was tired of the party and tired of the endless cocktail chatter. It was time to leave. It was with a feeling of relief that she headed out into the parking lot to find her Fiat.
    She didn't notice the headlights in her rearview mirror until she was only a few blocks from her apartment. Honor didn't know when it occurred to her that the same pair of headlights seemed to have been behind her for quite some distance, but when the thought finally did strike home she felt her palms grow damp on the steering wheel.
    It was not unheard-of for a lone woman driver to find herself being followed, forced off the road and assaulted. Honor had read that one technique for dealing with the situation was to drive to the nearest police station. On no account were you supposed to lead the trailing car to your home.
    But she was only a block away from the apartment house now and she couldn't be absolutely certain she was being followed.
    The headlights edged in closer behind her as she turned onto her quiet street. If she was being followed the vehicle could probably close in so quickly that it would slip through the automatic gate of the apartment garage when she opened it to let herself inside. Honor could easily find herself trapped inside the locked garage with whoever was driving the other car.
    Then, again, it could be her imagination at work. The same vivid imagination that had insisted on believing someone had moved the screen in her room the other night.
    Honor considered her options and decided to drive on past her apartment. She would circle the block and see if the other car followed. If it did, then she would lose no time racing back out onto a more crowded thoroughfare and heading toward the nearest police station.
    The other vehicle was suddenly very close behind her, its headlights on high beam so that she could see nothing in the mirror except a blinding glare. She was about to accelerate past the apartment complex when her own lights picked out the silver-gray Porsche parked at the curb. There was a dark figure in the driver's seat.
    Quite suddenly Conn Landry's presence seemed the most reassuring sight she'd seen in a long time.
    Without pausing to think, Honor pulled in to the curb behind him, aware that the car behind her was slowing, too.

    Switching off the ignition, she was out of the Fiat and running toward the Porsche before the tailing vehicle could edge in to the curb.
    She saw the door of the Porsche swing open and then Landry was in front of her. In that moment his quiet power offered precisely the comfort and safety she wanted. Honor threw herself into his arms.
    "Honor? What the hell—?"
    The angry roar of a pickup truck motor cut off his startled demands. A second later the black truck accelerated past and disappeared around the corner.
    Honor glanced up briefly to get a quick look at the vehicle but she made no effort to pull free of the iron-hard embrace in which she was wrapped.
    "I think… I think that truck was following me," she