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Gracie quickly shoved all the papers under a pillow and ran outside to the deck. She should have known better than to open Mark’s box and go through his personal stuff. But she was here to spy, and wasn’t that kind of Spying 101? Sometimes people went through dumpsters and people’s garbage bags in the search for information.
But she’d barely had time to look at that treasure trove before Mellow was leaping off the bench and hurtling toward the ramp like a yellow firebomb.
And then came the splash, and finally she realized what was going on. Mellow was protecting her from an intruder.
She peered over the edge of the ramp, waiting for her assailant to surface. Should she run back and grab her knife? The thing about the knife was, she’d never used it against a person. It came in handy
