Shoving between them, she confronted the captain herself. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. You know—I worship you. He wisely refrained from questioning the manager of the Victoria. She bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such foul weather. He drove her to the Beck house, pulling up behind Cathy's red Nissan.
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