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onto
the campus, so we'll be there shortly. Yeah—he's doing okay. It was a little
rough at first, but he's doing fine."
    The dog was on his feet, curves or
not.
    "Do you want me to take him to
the kennels or bring him to you? No problem—I'll see you in a few minutes.
Thanks, Smitty."
    There it was again. It had been a
long time since Bart heard that word, but there was no mistaking its effect on
him. The feeling of excitement increased, and he started to pant.
    Buildings began to appear, and the
road changed from a highway to a street with a row of low buildings. Bart could
see people now and then, some of them accompanied by dogs. He found it all most
interesting. He had seen something like this before, and it was becoming more
and more familiar. He had been here.
    The car turned a corner, then
another, and finally pulled to a stop.
    Before Person could get out of the
car, the glass doors of one of the buildings opened, and a man came out and
down the steps toward them.
    The dog began to tremble, letting
out little choke cries, the black tail beating against the car seat.
    Smitty!
    Smitty! Smitty!
Smitty!
     
    chapter four
     
    To watch
Lindsey Reynolds cross the campus of the University of Denver Sturm College of
Law, one would have the immediate impression of a young woman purposeful in
every way. And if the camera moved in for a close-up, the impression would go
on to say that Lindsey was cocky, bordering on arrogant. The truth was, she
knew it, and it was also true that there was good reason for her self-absorbed
opinion. Lindsey was great at everything she did and driven to fulfill her personal
destiny with unswerving commitment.
    As she
crossed the campus on that beautiful fall evening, dressed in jeans,
flip-flops, and a T-shirt that did not hide the beautiful figure beneath,
Lindsey moved with an easy, flowing feminine grace that said she was completely
secure in her natural beauty and the effect it had on most people who came in
contact with her. Lindsey knew what she wanted and how she planned to get it.
    She came to the University of
Denver law school after graduating magna cum laude from USC, where she was
captain of the volleyball team and senior class president as well as runner-up
for homecoming queen—an honor she figured she hadn't won because most of the
voters were jealous of her.
    Now in her third year, she was sure
she'd make law review and join a corporate firm with a starting salary of at
least $85K. The cherry had been placed on the cake of her life plan when she
met Brenden McCarthy.
    Now here is
someone ideal , she thought. He is a laid-back mountain boy who loves the outdoors,
but he has the kind of brain that will make him a great surgeon and a terrific
husband.
    There was no question in Lindsey's
mind that she loved Brenden, but it's hard to love another when you love
yourself so much. At the moment she was a wee bit annoyed that she hadn't heard
from her mountain-climbing fiancé.
    He should have been down a couple
of hours ago, and waiting for him had put her behind on her evening's work at
the library. It was around eight o'clock, the sun was beginning to set, and she
remembered that Brenden always said that climbers should not stay up on a
mountain after dark.
    She decided to dial his cell phone
again. She got his message unit.
    "You've reached Brenden. If I
don't return your call for a few hours, it's because I'm doing something
fun—probably riding a bike or climbing, or, if there's snow on the mountain,
skiing. So don't hold it against me if it takes me some time to call you back.
Your message is important to me, but so is living."
    "Late." Lindsey took a
deep breath and waited for the beep. "You know, you've really got to
change that message. People could start to think you don't love them. But not
me. I know you can't get enough of your lady lawyer. So, when you get this
message, call me. I 'll be in the library."
     
    It was on nights like this that Mora McCarthy missed her