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even gramps—he had always been Cutter to everyone. And so she had asked her father, “Do you hate Cutter, Dad? Do you think that he hurt Mom somehow?”
    He had hesitated, but then shook his head strenuously. “No, no. Cutter is a good man. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different, ever.”
    “Then why did we run away from him?” she’d asked.
    “Because bad things can follow a good man, and that’s that, and please, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
    And that had been it.
    Key West had faded away, like a scene out of a movie, one she had seen long ago. Until her father was dying, and he had talked about Cutter again.
    Cutter wasn’t safe.
    She’d loved him. She thought about it now, and she knew that she had really loved him. He’d had such a wonderful sense of adventure. His eyes had been brilliant while he’d described the pyramids in Egypt and the temples in ancient Greece. He talked about places like the Vatican, St. Paul’s Cathedral, Westminster Abbey and Notre Dame with great awe. He’d talked about the catacombs in Paris, and about marvelous, creepy grottos in Sicily.
    His talent as a storyteller had been amazing. And, of course, he’d turned her into one, she thought. No one had ever really known when Cutter was telling the truth—and when he was spinning a very tall tale.
    She called Joe Richter, the attorney, to let him know that she would come in person, and then she called Avery Slater, her creative partner, to let him know that she was leaving and why. And naturally, Avery appeared at her door within twenty minutes.
    He was seriously one of the most beautiful people she had ever seen, and she used his image for one of her characters, Talon, an angel who had come to live among men. Avery was tall, and he spent his free time at the gym, so he was lean and muscled, as well. He had luxurious, thick, almost black hair, his eyes were chestnut and his features might have adorned a Greek statue. He was a skilled animator, her partner and one of her best friends. She knew that people often thought they were aromantic pair, but Avery was gay, not in the closet in the least, but someone who was very private as well, unless he was among close friends.
    He burst into her home with the ease of a best friend, heading straight into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and finding the chardonnay. He poured himself a glass, didn’t offer her one and swallowed it down as if it were water, staring at her all the while.
    “You can’t just up and go to Key West,” he told her, setting his glass down firmly on the counter.
    “I’m not moving to Key West, I’m just going down for a few weeks. My grandfather died,” she said.
    “Yes, yes, you told me that. But you weren’t close—you hadn’t seen him in years,” Avery reminded her.
    “I owe him a decent burial,” she said.
    “Send money,” he said. He frowned. “Oh, wait—will you inherit money? A lot of it?”
    She laughed. “I don’t know. Maybe. He had a number of artifacts, but I knew, even as a kid, that he’d willed a lot of his things to various museums.”
    Thoughtfully, Avery nodded. “Yes, yes, a will. Of course. There you go. There’s no need for you to go to Key West.”
    “Yes, there is.”
    “An attorney can arrange for a funeral.”
    “Avery, he was my grandfather.”
    “But we have work to do!” he said.
    “Avery, I will bring my computer. And my scanner. And I will send you the strips, and you will set them up for animation. It will all be fine. Seriously. We’re ahead.”
    “You can never be ahead in this business. We have to keep the Web stuff going daily—that’s the only way to really acquire an audience. The bigger we get on the Web, the more the advertisers will pay,” he reminded her.
    “I have to go.”
    He frowned. “I don’t think you should go.”
    “Why?”
    “I’m seeing a guy who reads tarot cards,” he told her.
    “Okay…?”
    “He warned me that a friend would want to go on a