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the driveway.
    Lydia’s SUV sat near the house exactly where it had been parked earlier. Light filtered through the curtains.
    Either the woman didn’t like the dark or she was having trouble sleeping.
    What’s your secret, lady?
    Matt stared at the house for a long time, then shifted into reverse and backed onto the main road.
    Doubtful she’d be going anywhere soon, especially with a tired little boy in tow. He’d let her rest a few hours, but he’d be back. One way or another, he’d find out what had brought her to Sanctuary.
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    What did he want?
    Lydia peered around the curtain and watched the security chief’s pickup disappear.
    Tyler lay sleeping in the guest bedroom, but she was too wired to do anything but pace. She had checked the doors and windows more times than she could count to ensure they were locked, and although her body needed rest, her mind kept thinking back on all that had happened over the last seven months—the fire, her husband’s death, the attempt to kidnapTyler. So much had occurred in such a short period of time. None of it good.
    She had hoped Sanctuary would offer just that. Now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe her eyes had played tricks on her, but the man in the photo could have been Sonny’s twin. If only she could talk to the photographer. Maybe he’d remember when he’d taken the picture. Hopefully he’d be easier to deal with than the security chief who took his job way too seriously.
    Lydia rubbed her neck. She wanted a chance to catch her breath and get their lives back to normal. When Katherine came home, Lydia would ask her to watch Tyler while she returned to Atlanta and continued the search for her husband’s killer.
    Lydia glanced at the clock.
    Six in the morning.
    The Men’s Club in Atlanta closed at three. More precisely, it was supposed to close. Since Sonny’s death, she’d learned the back room activities lasted until dawn and catered to high rollers with money to pay for extra services and live entertainment.
    Ruby Pace worked the front lounge. By now, she’d be home in the midtown condo she shared with her mother and handicapped sister, enjoying some quiet time to herself before the other two women rose at seven.
    Lydia picked up the phone and tapped in the Atlanta number.
    â€œYeah.” Ruby answered on the third ring, a tired and angry edge to her voice.
    â€œIt’s Lydia. Can you talk?”
    The voice softened. “Mama and Charise are sleeping. Where you been? I called your apartment.”
    â€œWe left Atlanta.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œSomeone tried to grab Tyler.”
    Ruby cursed. “They’re trying to get to you ’cause of that evidence that Sonny hid. The Club hired him to run their Web site. They never expected him to poke his nose around where it didn’t belong.”
    â€œThe police still think I started the fire.”
    â€œYou tell ’em anything?” Ruby asked.
    â€œJust that there’s more going on at the Men’s Club than meets the eye.”
    â€œThey didn’t buy it, did they?”
    â€œDidn’t want to buy it is more like it,” Lydia said.
    â€œJust like Sonny told you. Enough money going under the table, no one has a problem with the police. Real convenient for the cops to look the other way when their bank accounts are gettin’ fat.”
    â€œWhat about those back room files?”
    â€œGirl, they’re locked up tight. Give me a little time. The doorman I told you about says he wants out, just like me.” She paused. “I’m trying to work a deal. He watches the door while I check the files.”
    â€œCall me.”
    â€œNo way, honey. I don’t even want to know where you be hiding. That way Ruby can’t tell the man what she don’t know.”
    Lydia shivered, thinking of what would happen toRuby if anyone at the club discovered she was talking to Sonny’s