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room. D.J. didn't bother to glance up before she answered. |
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"You were right. But if you knew he could take care of himself, then why did you send me out there?" |
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"You're such a practical girl. I might say Christian could take care of himself, but I knew you'd never believe me until you saw him in action." |
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"Since you know so much, why don't you let me in on who's trying to kill him and why? It would save us all a lot of trouble." |
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"I'm afraid I can't, dear. As I told you before, Raphael tells me things on a need-to-know basis." |
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"Well, I think the identity of a killer falls in the category of things we need to know." |
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"What you think and what is the truth are two very different things. I can warn you of imminent danger to yourself, but I often don't know of such danger until the second before it happens." |
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"What about danger to McCall? You warned me he was in trouble." |
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"I'll only have a premonition if danger to him will represent a danger to you." |
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D.J. paused at her door and drew the keycard from her pocket. "What was the danger to me tonight?" |
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"If Christian hadn't disabled those men, if they'd hurt or killed him as they'd planned to, their next stop was this hotel room to take care of you." |
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"Me?" D.J. paused in the act of putting the key-card into the lock. This time she did glance upward toward the sound of Josie's voice, though Josie was nowhere to be seen. Now that the angel mentioned |
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