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Chapter 17

Max tore a sheet of paper off the notepad by the telephone in the living room, flattened the paper on the coffee table, and wrote a short note.

Normal conversation. Suggest we get a drink downstairs.

Regan nodded.

"I thought this was a good beginning for us with this group," she said in an even tone. "Don't you agree?"

"I do. Jed Whitlow seems to have his act together, and Bernardo told us the others were the same. I'm looking forward to this meeting at the lodge."

"Yes. I'm anxious to hear the final details of the plan." She studied his face, watching for clues as to what to say next.

"We have a little time before we have to meet Jed for dinner. How about a drink downstairs?"

"Sounds good to me. We can leave right from the bar."

The first thing Max had done when they arrived at their suite was to check every inch of the place for listening devices. Jed Whitlow owned the hotel, he wasn't too happy with this substitution, and they fully expected he'd bug every inch of the place.
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