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She made a face of disbelief "Like what, Michael? That they’ll probably hang you? He didn’t have to"

"Don’t worry Nobody’s getting hanged"

"Twenty-one years, Michael" Her right hand, the one not holding the bag, was clenched into a fist, as if she e, a letter, nothing Help ht now But you have to know there was a reason"

"Do you knohat I had to do? Do you? Ten years ago, I said, That’s it, he’s never coht as well be dead I buried you, Michael I put you in the ground and forgot about you"

"I did sos, Sara"

At last the tears came "I took care of you I raised you Did you ever think of that?"

He rose fro drop to the floor, raised her fists, and began to pu in earnest now

"You asshole," she said

He pulled her into a tight eled in his ar them warily; Michael shot him a look: Back off

"How could you do this to me?" she sobbed

"I never wanted to hurt you, Sara"

"You left me, just like they did You’re no better than they were"

"I know"

"Da ti; Peter had cleared the office He and Apgar were seated at the conference table, waiting for Chase A short retireht Peter

"I know it is," Peter answered

"Do you believe him?"

"Do you?"

"You’re the one who knows the o"

Chase appeared in the door "Peter, what’s going on? Where is everybody? This place is a tomb" He was dressed in the jeans, work shirt, and heavy boots of the cattleman he had announced his intention to beco? Olivia’s waiting forsome people at the bank"