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difference in their feelings for Nick. To Aurelie he would remain her big brother. But not to Sarah. “You’re right.” Making the first move with him was so dangerous, she’d put it off for a long time. For years. She blinked, momentarily shocked to think of how long she had loved Nick Board, and not as a brother. He wasn’t their brother.
    â€œAre you sure you feel all right?” Aurelie asked, getting out of the chair. “Do you feel ill or something?”
    Or something. “I’m okay.”
    The firmness of Aurelie’s touch on her arm comforted Sarah. She covered her sister’s hand.
    Aurelie cleared her throat. “It would be a good thing if Nick found a woman he could really care about. He needs the balance. He hasn’t been lucky with women in the past.”
    Shut up. Sarah couldn’t think about Nick with someone else. “It was bizarre when he dated Baily. When they started going out he seemed really interested. He never gave any hint of what happened, but he didn’t feel good about it. We helped him through that fiasco and he knows we would with anyone else.” She could not, must not wait any longer. Nick wouldn’t make the first move.
    â€œHe likes women,” Aurelie said.
    â€œSis, take your bath.”

4
    â€œI don’t know,” Baily said. She had given him the same answer a hundred times. “I don’t know anything.”
    The wind blew hard across the exposed roof. A burning wind. How could she be so cold? Her muscles locked.
    Hysteria wouldn’t help.
    He walked around her. “Sure you know. I’m getting tired, honey. Be a good girl and gimme a break.”
    Baily didn’t answer. Each breath reached the top of her lungs and puffed out in little gasps.
    It wouldn’t matter what she told him, the roof of the building would be the last place she felt beneath her feet. A gust filled with raindrops wetted her face and she licked dry lips. She hadn’t cried. Her eyes were dry; they stung.
    Baily didn’t want him to see her cry.
    â€œYou and him are real close. He had to tell you. You gonna let him keep it all for himself?”
    â€œI don’t know what you’re talking about.” But she did know that a man who didn’t bother to cover his face when he broke the law also didn’t intend to leave any witnesses around when he had finished. And he knew the Wilkes and Board Pointe Judah lab was isolated enough for him to be sure their movements through the shadows on the roof wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention.
    Unless someone got lost and drove through the entrance and into the grounds by mistake. Or the security company made their two-hourly check of the perimeter. They weren’t due for another hour and were never regular anyway.
    Miracles happened.
    A grimy light in a metal cage shone from the side of the elevator shaft. Baily looked past the man and over the trees toward the driveway from the road.
    â€œWhat?” He leveled the gun at her head and looked quickly over his shoulder. Just as fast he turned back to her. The hand that held the weapon never wavered. “You’re a nice-looking woman. It would be a pity to spoil that face. Don’t bother watching for the marines—or the so-called security guys. No one’s coming here tonight. Not anytime soon.”
    Her intestines contracted and she clutched at her lower belly.
    He didn’t comment.
    From the moment she turned around in the elevator and saw him, she had known the man had murder in mind. When he pushed her from the fourth floor, up the stairs to the roof, Baily had felt as if she’d already left the world behind.
    He kept his hands off her. The muzzle of the gun, twitched this way or that, told her where to go and when to stop. She’d been told not to speak unless spoken to.
    She couldn’t see his eyes through glasses with dark gray lenses.
    The muzzle twitched.
    Baily took a step