Mike was draped over the laminate kitchen counter, on the phone as usual. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. “Come,” he said, “this is capital, capital. Charley Pevenill was our host. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband.
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