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“What about Mercer—”

“Tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow we deal with that. ”

“And tonight?” Because it was dark out; she could see that from the glow of streetlights through the shuttered blinds.

McCallister reached over, picked up the control lying next to the bed, and lowered the lights in the room. “Tonight,” he said, “we deal with the two of us. ”