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with details about
Agonostis movements. She read the bio in slow-time, went over informed
speculation about why Dayne had made the prayer she had . . . and then she
looked with careful attention to detail at Lucifer s annotations on the spy s
reports of her archenemy s approach to the problem of Dayne Kuttner.
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She began to laugh.  The stupid bastard is trying to damn her with lust . . .
with lust
! She went without sex from the day her husband died until the present, and it
would be obvious to anyone but a moron that she simply hasn t wanted to
debauch herself she s had as many opportunities as anyone could.
Jezerael leaned back in her chair and smiled slyly.  I can see now that it s
definitely possible to stay too long in one job, and think the familiar
solutions are the only solutions that can work. Lucky for me I m broader in
thought and clearer in sight than that.
Jezerael had to admit that Dayne was showing interest in Agonostis cover
persona. It wasn t the sort of interest that was going to land Dayne in
Hell at least Jezerael didn t think it was, but she thought she would be wise
to destroy any chance Agonostis had of finessing Dayne into the corral. Timing
would be very important; she d have to find a moment that would leave Dayne
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feeling totally hurt and betrayed.
She smiled as the perfect scenario occurred to her. She d have to see about
getting a reliable spy of her own, so she could keep tabs on Dayne and
Agonostis; if he was any damned good at his job at all, Jezerael s moment
would come.
And then she needed to devise her own plan of seduction.
She didn t know what that would be yet . . . but it would be something Dayne
would find irresistible.
Chapter 26
 Dayne! A tall, dark-haired form pushed his way through the crowd, and
resolved into Adam.
Dayne waved, and watched as the camera lenses turned to focus on Adam, and
noted the curiosity and calculation in the eyes of the reporters. She could
see them formulating their questions as he approached.
She was tired. She didn t want to answer any more questions. She d been
sitting on the brick and concrete of her front steps as long as she could
stand. She wanted to be up and moving, she wanted to be someplace quiet and
secluded; she didn t want to see anyone else with a picket sign or a T-shirt
with her face on it.
Adam blew by the waiting reporters with a cold, experienced  no comment, and
hurried to her side. He whispered in her ear,  I have my car parked one street
over. Do you want to get out of here?
 More than anything, she told him.
He smiled.  You any good at running?
 I m fairly fast and I have lots and lots of stamina.
 That will do. He took her hand and leaned down to whisper in her ear,  Be
ready to make a break for it.
She nodded solemnly, and stood.
 That s all, people. Go home. She doesn t want to talk anymore.
The reporters protested, demanding to know who Adam was and what right he had
to chase them away. Behind them, a faint, unhappy rumble rose from the crowd.
Dayne had been so reasonable and so
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open, they seemed to feel they were entitled to keep her talking indefinitely.
Adam started leading her away, across the yard, toward the back of the
apartment and the opposite street. The reporters, losing their fear and their
manners in the same instant, shoved in on her and began shouting last-minute
questions and crowding in.
 Who s your boyfriend?
 What do you have to say to the people who claim you re really a Satanist, and
that when you prayed, you prayed to the Devil?
 Why didn t you pray for something useful, like world peace or enough food for
everyone!
 Run, Adam shouted.
They ran Dayne had been perfectly honest in her assessment of both her speed
and her endurance.
Long-legged Adam kept pace with her with difficulty, while the encumbered
cameramen and their reporter cronies were left in the dust.
 Turn right, Adam gasped, while the mob trailed behind them.
Dayne gathered herself and sailed over a low holly hedge the gleaming,
spear-edged leaves were encouragement to keep her legs high in classic
hurdler s form. Adam took the hedge without difficulty.
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