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"Mr. Demetri?" Deloris Witt said, her inflection sounding more like a question, as if she were somewhat surprised I'd be knocking on the door to her hotel suite.

It wasn't like we had offices here in Savannah. We were dealing with the hand we'd been dealt. When she didn't ask me in, I went ahead with my current concern. "Where is he?"

If anyone knew Lennox's location, it would be her. Over the years, I'd had my doubts as to how efficient this woman was ...