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Chapter 8

            Bruce whipped the Jaguar around the Floyd Bennett hangers. It had been an airport years ago. Then he slowed up as they were heading straight to a hanger that had the doors open and light was coming from it.

            Bruce drove in the hanger and he turned the wheel, sliding the car to a screeching halt.

            Beverly’s body whipped side to side as the car stopped. She whirled her neck to look at him.

            “Well?” he inquired with an eyebrow up.

            She be damned if she admit he could drive his ass off. “You’re a cocky bastard,” she stated flatly.

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