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It was early. Shay rarely was awake at seven in the morning, let alone out and about. But after talking to Rebecca the night before, he couldn’t sleep.
Now, Mrs. Brannigan gawked at him in complete shock as he put on a warm ascot and jacket and headed out the door before having his morning tea, let alone the hard-boiled egg and toast with lemon curd that made up his usual breakfast.
He headed down to the garage and got into his Maserati.
He might have told himself he planned to simply drive around, but he knew exactly where he was going—the Oceanview district.
He was relieved that all appeared to be quiet at the house. He could only hope everyone inside was calm, maybe even happy. The calm before the storm, as the saying went.
He took a deep breath as he stared at another man’s ho
