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it, McCall had brought up the same point, but she'd been too preoccupied at the time to pick up on the information. "Why me?" |
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"I don't know. We need to find out." |
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"Great. This sounds like just my luck. My life's in danger but my guardian angel can't tell me who wants to kill me. No, sir. Because the archangel imparts such information on a need-to-know basis." D.J. put the keycard into the lock. The door inched inward at her touch. "Dammit, Josie, you don't even use the door. Why is this open?" |
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"Get down!" the angel shouted. |
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Years of training made D.J. hit the floor a second before the door exploded outward. Without thinking, she reached for the gun at the small of her back, yanked the weapon free of her waistband, and rolled to the side of the doorway. A quick glance showed a hole the size of a fist in the middle of the doorright where her chest had been just seconds before. |
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"Son of a . . ." A movement at the end of the hallway caught D.J.'s attention. The hotel clerk peeked around the corner. "Call the police," she shouted. He disappeared. D.J. hoped he meant to comply with her request and not hide under his desk. She glanced up and down the hall, then breathed a relieved sigh. So far, no one had opened his door and peeked into the hall, saving her the trouble of ordering them back into their rooms. Either the hotel was empty, or the guests had the good sense to stay inside at the sound of gunfire. |
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The angel materialized in front of the door, lean- |
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