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there, leaning back, his eyes twinkling, his hands clasped, fingers pointing up in what her mother called “Ed’s saint-and-martyr pose.”
    She could see herself running into this office as a child. Her father always had candy for her, gooey chocolate bars, marshmallows, peanut brittle. Her mother had tried to keep that kind of candy from her. “Ed,” she’d protest, “don’t give her that junk. You’ll ruin her teeth.”
    â€œSweets to the sweet, Catherine.”
    Daddy’s girl. Always. He was the fun parent. Motherwas the one who made Meghan practice the piano and make her bed. Mother was the one who’d protested when she quit the law firm. “For heaven’s sake, Meg,” she had pleaded, “give it more than six months; don’t waste your education.”
    Daddy had understood. “Leave her alone, love,” he’d said firmly. “Meg has a good head on her shoulders.”
    Once when she was little Meghan had asked her father why he traveled so much.
    â€œAh, Meg,” he’d sighed. “How I wish it wasn’t necessary. Maybe I was born to be a wandering minstrel.”
    Because he was away so much, when he came home he always tried to make it up. He’d suggest that instead of going to the inn he’d whip up dinner for the two of them at home. “Meghan Anne,” he’d tell her, “you’re my date.”
    This office has his aura, Meg thought. The handsome cherrywood desk he’d found in a Salvation Army store and stripped and refinished himself. The table behind it with pictures of her and her mother. The lion’s-head bookends holding leather-bound books.
    For nine months she had been mourning him as dead. She wondered if at this moment she was mourning him more. If the insurers were right, he had become a stranger. Meghan looked into Phillip Carter’s eyes. “They’re not right,” she said aloud. “I believe my father is dead. I believe that some wreckage of his car will still be found.” She looked around. “But in fairness to you, we have no right to tie up this office. I’ll come in next week and pack his personal effects.”
    â€œWe’ll take care of that, Meg.”
    â€œNo. Please. I can sort things out better here. Mother’s in rough enough shape without watching me do it at home.”
    Phillip Carter nodded. “You’re right, Meg. I’m worried about Catherine too.”
    â€œThat’s why I don’t dare tell her about what happened the other night.” She saw the deepening concern on hisface as she told him about the stabbing victim who resembled her and the fax that came in the middle of the night.
    â€œMeg, that’s bizarre,” he said. “I hope your boss follows it up with the police. We can’t let anything happen to you.”

    As Victor Orsini turned his key in the door of the Collins and Carter offices, he was surprised to realize it was unlocked. Saturday afternoon usually meant he had the place to himself. He had returned from a series of meetings in Colorado and wanted to go over mail and messages.
    Thirty-one years old with a permanent tan, muscular arms and shoulders and a lean disciplined body, he had the look of an outdoorsman. His jet black hair and strong features were indicative of his Italian heritage. His intensely blue eyes were a throwback to his British grandmother.
    Orsini had been working for Collins and Carter for nearly seven years. He hadn’t expected to stay so long, in fact he’d always planned to use this job as a steppingstone to a bigger firm.
    His eyebrows raised when he pushed open the door and saw the auditors. In a deliberately impersonal tone, the head man told Orsini that Phillip Carter and Meghan Collins were in Edwin Collins’ private office. He then hesitantly acquainted Victor with the insurers’ theory that Collins had chosen to disappear.
    â€œThat’s