“He’d been gone for over a week and she still hadn’t let the cleaning crew touch the private hut. She had no delusions that he was coming back, and she knew it wasn’t healthy, and it was certainly a poor decision from a business standpoint, but she had kept the bungalow empty since he’d left. Which was why she was here, she told herself. To, once and for all, rid herself of the ghost of Jack Tango and get on with her life. Such as it was. Rearranging her office and swapping desks with Carmen had... taken care of one ghost. Now she would put this one to rest, too. Dry-eyed, she slipped her master keycard into the slot and let herself into the bungalow. At first glance it looked like all the other bungalows. Her laugh was humorless. “What were you expecting? A note?” she asked the stale air. As if in answer, her gaze fell on the couch and she felt her breath leave her body in a whoosh. On the couch, exactly where he’d laid it one week earlier, was the brown folder. She quickly checked the rest of the place, but it was empty of all of Jack’s belongings.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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