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Ambros woke the next morning to an epiphany. Marie lay beside him, almost awake. He groaned. His left leg cramped, or seemed to.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
He sighed: “I dreamed that Otto Bauer was living in my office at the Salon.” He gestured: “In the ceiling. Crazy.”
“Yes...” she said, eyes more open and eyebrows raised.
“It got me thinking: Posse Comitatus obviously knew I’d respond to their fake note from Mark; they must have a bug in my office. They had to know I was there to find the note, before kidnapping Mark, right?”
“Yeah, I guess...”
“They couldn’t have been tailing me without my tech noticing. So...”
“So you better find that bug.” She rolled over: “I need more sleep. I have to cook for that party at the Country Club tonight...”
He kissed the back of her neck: “See ya.”
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