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why. Was it because she wanted to talk to him more about the accidents or because she just wanted to talk to him more? She blushed at the thought.
    Leave it to me to find yet another way I could get hurt.

 
     
     
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    C INDY WAS TIRED WHEN SHE GOT HOME. NO SOONER HAD SHE THROWN her purse and keys on the table than the phone rang. She briefly debated letting it go to voicemail, then finally picked it up.
    "Hello?"
    "Hi, Cindy, it's Gerald Wilson. I made it into town and I wanted to confirm our interview for tomorrow afternoon."
    "Yes, absolutely."
    "Does two still work?"
    "Yes."
    "Wonderful. I'm staying at the Courtyard."
    "I'll meet you in the lobby at two."
    "Excellent. I'm looking forward to it."
    She hung up and felt a flutter of nerves and excitement. She'd almost forgotten that tomorrow was the day she was being interviewed for a book about her role in stopping the Passion Week Killer the previous Easter. Gerald Wilson was writing a book about crime, myths, and legends in the area. He had contacted her a couple of months before to set up the interview.
    Feeling a bit better she grabbed some orange juice and contemplated her options for the evening while drinking it. Before she could make a decision the phone rang again. It was her mom.
    "Hi, Mom."
    "Hi, honey. How are you?"
    "Good, I'm being interviewed by that writer tomorrow for the crime book."
    "How nice. Remind me to send you the latest stack of articles on your brother. There was a fabulous one in Travel and Leisure and another one in National Geographic."
    "Great," Cindy said, beginning to feel the frustration settle in. Would it kill her mom to acknowledge her accomplishments? "So, why did you call?" she asked.
    "I just wanted to make sure you were going to be watching your brother's television special tonight. He's bungee jumping offthe Golden Gate Bridge live."
    Cindy cringed and felt a cold knot settle in the pit of her stomach. "Why, why would he do something like that?" she whispered to herself.
    "It's all a promotion for that new show of his."
    "Isn't that illegal?"
    "Honey, he's a star. Besides, his network takes care of all that kind of thing."
    "But he's jumping . . . over water . . ."
    "Yes, isn't it exciting?"
    Cindy closed her eyes. Her mother was crazy. That was the only explanation for why she could condone Kyle's reckless behavior.
    Her mother continued talking but Cindy stopped listening.She walked into the bedroom with the phone still pressed to her ear and pulled the darts out of Kyle's face. She took careful aim and then realized that throwing the dart at his picture wasn't going to make the terrible feeling inside her go away.
    "Mom, I have to go," she interrupted.
    "Oh, okay, dear. Just make sure you watch."
    "Uh-huh."
    As soon as she had hung up she grabbed her purse and keys and left. Twenty minutes later she was sitting in the pub ordering a corned beef sandwich and eyeing the dartboard.
    Two large guys were playing a game of darts and she watched while waiting for her opportunity. The older guy was winning, nailing the center of the bull's-eye almost every time.
    The pub was more crowded than it ever was at lunch when she usually went. On the walls and on the tables were little shamrock signs reminding patrons that St. Patrick's Day was coming. The corned beef and green beer would both be ever present on that day. Cindy knew from experience, though, that they dyed 7-Up green as well for those who weren't imbibing.
    "I'll do everything I can," she heard a familiar voice say from the booth behind her.
    She turned and saw Gary sitting with a man about ten years his senior with salt and pepper hair and a strong jaw.
    "Frank Butler has been sniffing around that property. He'd love to beat me out of it, but I won't let that happen. I won't let anything get in my way. I will have that property."
    "I understand, Mr. Diamond," Gary said.
    "I'm not sure you do, Gary, but that's okay. I just need you to keep talking to that board,