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there must have been a power surge of some sort,” the librarian said as she crawled around on the floor picking up the paper.
    “Has this ever happened before?”
    “Not to my knowledge.”
    Olivia knelt next to the flustered woman and helped her scoot the sheets into a pile.
    “I was printing out an article I found on the Internet. Did you happen to see it?”
    “No,” she continued to work the mess into a neat stack. “Everything here is blank.”
    Olivia placed the last piece of paper on the stack andstood up. Glancing around the library, she studied the two lone patrons. A young teenaged girl and a middle-aged woman. Neither of them looked like a would-be printer-monger and Internet saboteur.
    This freaky episode was too much like what she’d experienced in the basement of the clinic. Otherworldly.
    “Thanks. I’ll come back when the Internet is up.”
    The librarian tucked a stray strand of gray hair back behind her ear and nodded. “Thanks for your help.”
    “You’re welcome.” She exited the single-story library building and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Scanning the street in both directions, she half expected to see Jack Trayborne’s distinctive car, but it wasn’t there. How was it he always seemed to be nearby when things got weird?
    Maybe it was time to poke the tiger.
    She watched an older gentleman move toward her on the sidewalk.
    “Excuse me, sir.”
    He stopped, a polite smile on his mouth. “Yes, can I help you?”
    “I need directions. Can you tell me where I might find Jack Trayborne’s home?”
    His smile vanished. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t know where he lives.” The man hurried away, leaving her amused.
    Surely someone like Jack Trayborne was well-known in the community his family established. She’d almost bet everyone in town knew who he was and where he lived.
    “Excuse me.” She stopped an elderly woman with a shopping bag on her arm. “Can you tell me where I might find Jack Trayborne’s home?”
    The woman shook her head and picked up her pace in an effort to get away.
    His address wasn’t listed in the phone book; she’d already checked. Maybe she could find out where he lived through the hotel?
    About to give up, she spotted a young woman pushing a stroller along the sidewalk. It was worth another try.
    “Excuse me, miss.”
    The woman stopped. “Yes?”
    “I was wondering if you know who Jack Trayborne is?”
    An instant smile spread on her lips. “Yes, I do. In fact, he’s my hero.”
    Her confusion must have amplified on her face, because the young woman attempted to clarify.
    “He saved Gracie’s life.”
    “Gracie?”
    “My baby girl.”
    Olivia’s heart nearly pounded out of her chest. Staring down, she looked at the baby tucked into her stroller in a fluffy pink blanket. She had her mother’s pretty brown eyes.
    “He saved your little girl? From what?”
    “An out of control car. We were on the corner of Main and 11th. Grace was in her stroller. Virginia Radcliff accidently hit the gas pedal instead of her brake when the light turned red. She lost control of her car. It came through the intersection and jumped the curb. Jack Trayborne grabbed me and Gracie and pushed usout of the way. The car ended up right where we’d been waiting to cross. If it hadn’t been for him, we wouldn’t be here.” She looked down at her baby and the little girl smiled up at her mother.
    Olivia could see how much she loved her child and a measure of respect for Jack Trayborne took shape in her brain.
    “That’s a touching story, with a happy ending. I was wondering if you can tell me where he lives.”
    “It’s easy to find. It’s just west of Black’s Cove Clinic.”
    An ounce of dread leaked from her bones and splayed across her nerves. She’d made a silent vow to avoid that place like the plague.
    Leaning over, she stared down at the adorable baby girl, pursed her lips, and made a clicking sound. Gracie responded, a toothless grin pulling up her mouth