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face. “What was wrong with the tires?”
    At first, Sam glared at her as if he’d forgotten he had an audience. Then his mouth softened and his eyes focused. “I’m sorry for ranting, but it’s so strange. One tire had a nail in it. OK, I can buy that, but the other had been slashed.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Of course.” He rested his elbows on the table and twisted his silver watch band. “Seems someone didn’t want me to drive my truck today. I had to wait for the tow truck and buy two tires. Nearly cost me my job.”
    She touched his forearm where dark hair curled over taut skin. “Did you tell Julian why you were late?”
    “Yeah, but since I’m still on probation, he said he would be justified in firing me.” He thumped the table again, sending the salt and pepper shakers trembling. “Two tires. I can’t believe it.”
    “But he didn’t fire you?”
    “No. He gave me a warning and said I should have phoned him, but to tell the truth, I was so mad I didn’t think of calling.” His shoulders slumped as he rested his forehead in one hand.
    Sadie’s desire to offer him comfort by wrapping her arms around him almost overtook her common sense. To distance herself from the temptation, she pushed back.
    Sam straightened, his lips curled enough to reveal the dimple for a second, and then it disappeared. “I better clock in. Have to make up the hours. I’ll be here until closing.” After he punched his time card and tied his apron, they left the room together. “I wanted to ask you out again tonight but can’t now.”
    “There’s always tomorrow.” She couldn’t believe she made the suggestion.
    “Suits me.” Sam flashed his knee-bending smile her way. “I’m off tomorrow. What time should I pick you up?”
    At the end of the aisle, she froze. Would it be OK for Sam to know where she lived? After all, he’d be coming with the puppet group on Saturday. “Six thirty. I live at 7523 Monterey Oaks Boulevard. Apartment 117.”
    “Can’t wait.”
    She shoved her hands in her jeans pockets and took a meandering route to the garden department, hoping the heat in her cheeks would dissipate by the time she had to face Glenna.
    Few customers braved the cool evening, and Sadie spent the rest of her shift in the covered storeroom doing inventory. On the way to her car, her cell phone rang. “Hey, Griff, what’s up?”
    “Where are you?” His familiar twang sounded stressed.
    “Leaving Rhodes, heading home. Why?”
    “I’ve got a bit of troubling news.”
    He’s found out something sinister about Sam.
    “What is it?” She popped the remote and slid into the car.
    “I heard through agency channels that someone has been attempting to access your old financial records.”
    She locked the door and whispered, “You mean Sadie’s records?” Paranoia nibbled at her gut. She glanced around to make sure no one eavesdropped.
    “Yes.”
    “What does that mean? There’s nothing there, right?” When she’d entered WITSEC, Cal, Aaron’s brother, liquidated their assets, paid debts from the proceeds, and the rest—not much to show for an upper-middle class lifestyle—was funneled to her.
    “Right. There’s no money, but we left a paper trail to prove to anyone who checked that Sadie Malone was dead.”
    The damp chill seeped into her bones, and she shivered. Griff’s words about Sadie pierced her heart. She wanted to scream, “I’m not dead. I’m here. I’m alive.”
    Griff’s anxious voice penetrated her pain. “Debra?”
    “I’m trying to process what you said.”
    “No need to panic. Your new identity has not been compromised, but we thought you should know.”
    Oscar passed by her car and waved. Acknowledging his greeting with a nod, Sadie so hoped she wouldn’t have to move again, adjust to another new name, new job, new friends. “Is there anything I need to do?”
    “Be alert and careful. And if anything or anyone acts suspicious, give me a call.”
    She decided to tell him