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house.

    He would never admit it, but Molly knew that Harry had come to the Abberwick mansion that day because he had sensed that she was in danger. She had called to him and he had come. Admittedly, he'd arrived a little late, but he had come.

    Molly looked into Cutter's cold eyes and saw death. In desperation, she screamed a silent warning into the night.

    Harry.

    Danger. Death.

    Be careful. Be careful. Be careful.

    Harry opened the door of the limousine as soon as it pulled into the loading zone in front of his condominium building.

    Leon gave him a reproachful look. “You sure you want to go home this early? Night's young, boy.”

    “It's one-thirty in the morning, and I'm not accustomed to this kind of excitement.” Harry got out of the car and looked at his relatives through the open door. “I've had about all the partying I can stand for one night. But I want you all to know that I had a hell of a time.”

    “Hey, we oughta do this more often,” Raleigh said.

    “I'm not so sure about that.” Brandon grinned ruefully. “I think I'm about ready to call it a night, too.”

    “Me, too,” Gilford said.

    Parker snorted. “These youngsters don't have the stamina we did in our heyday, do they, Leon?”

    “What d'ya expect?” Leon said. “They've all got it too soft these days.”

    “That's the truth,” Parker agreed fervently.

    Harry glanced at Josh. “Make sure Leon doesn't embarrass himself.”

    “I'll give it my best shot.” Josh's grin faded. He searched Harry's face. “Anything wrong?”

    “No,” Harry said. “I'm ready for bed, that's all.” He started to close the limo door.

    “Let's hear it for the groom-to-be,” Leon yelled. “Man's never gonna be the same again, once he's married.”

    Harry shut the door on the good-natured cheers.

    He watched the limousine cruise off into the night, and then he turned and went swiftly toward the lobby door.

    Halfway there, he broke into a loping run.

    Something was wrong.

    Danger. Be careful. Be careful.

    The riveting sense of wrongness had slashed through his good mood a few minutes earlier. His first instinct, born of long habit, had been to repress it.

    But the realization that the chilling sensation was somehow connected to Molly crept insidiously into his mind. He had been unable to ignore it.

    Danger. Danger. Danger.

    Molly's advice came back to him in an overwhelming rush. She had told him not to fight his own nature. She had warned him that the battle would tear him apart. For the first time, Harry acknowledged that she was right. The one sure way to drive himself crazy was to refuse to accept the truth.

    He forced himself to relax and cautiously open his senses.

    He's here. He's here. Murder. Murder.

    Harry staggered under the impact of the silent, screaming blow. He recovered awkwardly and fumbled with his keys. Chris, the night doorman, emerged from his small office and opened the lobby door.

    “Evening, Mr. Trevelyan. Late night, huh?”

    “Bachelor party,” Harry said tersely. He fought for control even as he tried to leave all his senses on full alert.

    Chris winked. “Congratulations.”

    “Thanks.” A wave of dizziness hit Harry as he started toward the elevator.

    “Anything wrong, Mr. Trevelyan?”

    Harry missed the elevator call button on the first attempt. Panic shot through him.Too late. I'm going to be too late . “Chris, have there been any visitors to my place while I was out?”

    “Just Mrs. Stratton.”

    “Olivia?” Harry shook his head, trying to clear it.

    “Yes, sir. But she left several hours ago.”

    “No one else?”

    “No, sir.”

    “Do me a favor, will you?” Harry said hoarsely.

    “Sure.”

    “I'm going to play a little joke on Molly.”

    “A joke?”

    “Bachelor party joke.”

    “Oh. Right. Got it.” Chris grinned. “What do you want me to do?”

    “Give me a few minutes to get upstairs and then call me on the intercom. When I answer, tell me that Detective…” Harry rubbed his forehead and forced himself to think. “Tell me that Detective Foster of the police department is on his way up. Say he's told you it's an emergency.”

    Chris's brow wrinkled. “Emergency?”

    “Yes. Just a joke. Will you do it for me?”

    “You bet.”

    “Thanks, Chris.” The elevator door slid open. Harry managed to get himself inside and punch the right button.

    As the doors closed, he leaned back against the wall, shut his eyes, and concentrated on