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She kept her promise, but when she tried to take a set of the building plans with her, Marabel stopped her. “You just rest.” Marabel had said. “We’ll all be here in the morning, and so will those plans.”
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As she drove back to her apartment, Claudia knew that Marabel was right. She was too tired, physically and mentally. She needed sleep more than anything. Maybe after a good night’s sleep she could focus better on Bowman, but without Bowman to focus on, even fuzzily, her mind kept straying back to Dianne, to Sam, to that “vacation” two years ago. She shook the thoughts off and concentrated on her driving. It was a temporary solution, but the only one she had right now.
Her apartment was on the third floor, with a southern exposure that let in the light all year round. She’d nev
