Traces of Guilt

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“Catch anything this morning?”

Josh Thane turned at a woman’s friendly call, smiled as he stood, and promptly decided to leave the fishing gear in the boat for later. “Hey, friend. It’s good to see you.” He stepped onto the dock holding his bucket and a stringer with two fish. “I’d give you a hug, but you don’t want to smell like me.”

Ann Falcon laughed. “Appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

“Paul with you?” he asked as he moved toward her.

“He’s tied up in meetings, so today it’s just me. I flew down from Chicago with some case files for a state cop, have plans to take her aloft to see the area this afternoon. I’ll fly back tomorrow after I touch base with a few friends.”

“Then what do you say to fresh fish for a late breakfast? A hot grill, some lemon slices, and a nice plate in front of you in about thirty minutes.”

“I’d say wonderful.”

Pleased, Josh nodded and stopped beside her. “You get prettier every year, you know. Marriage suits you.”

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