have disappeared—according to Max—and there must be

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a reason.” She set down the soda can and clapped her hands.

“That’s it! That’s the link! Barry and Andrea worked in human resources. Andrea had all the dirt. Barry loved dirt, he

traded bits of gossip. As a staff assistant, wouldn’t he have

access to her files?”

Renie nodded. “To her official files, yes. But Andrea may

have had CYOA files, too. She may have kept them in a safe

place.”

Judith looked blank. “What’s a CYOA file?”

Renie grinned. “It stands for ‘Cover Your Own Ass,’ excuse

my French. It’s anything you keep that you can use to protect

yourself or hold over someone else. It can be as simple as a

phone message you received from somebody who might later

deny they called you. Or it can be photographs of your CEO

in bed with a donkey.”

Judith’s excitement returned. “That’s good. That’s great.

Like I said, the files are the link.”

“Maybe.” Renie was definitely dubious. “How do they link

up with Ward and Leon?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet, but they must,” Judith insisted.

Renie finished her Pepsi. “Sleep on it. I’m tired, let’s turn

out the lights.”

Judith regarded Renie with wonderment. “You’re not

afraid?”

“You’re the one who dreamed up our insurance policy.”

She glanced at Judith with alarm. “Don’t tell me you think

it lapsed?”

“So far, so good.” But Judith got up and started moving

one of the two armchairs to the door. “Just in case the policy

expires,” she said with a sickly smile. “And to make sure that

we don’t.”

“What about the windows?” Renie asked.

Judith glanced across the room. “They’re latched from the

inside. We’re okay. Oh!” She put a hand to her head. “Which

is another reason why an outsider couldn’t have gotten in.”

210 / Mary Daheim

Renie went to one of the windows and jiggled the catch.

“It wouldn’t take much to break this. Besides, we don’t know

what the third-floor windows are like.”

“Forget it,” Judith said with finality. “It’s after eleven, you’re

right, we’re tired. Let’s go to sleep.”

Renie was still fiddling with the window catch. “Let’s take

turns sleeping.”

“Fine. You stay up first. Wake me around eight.” Judith

got into bed.

“To hell with it.” Renie got into bed, too.

The cousins slept.

They were awakened by an explosion. Judith jumped up,

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