"Hold it, van Alen. Don't go."
"Why?"
Kesley shook his head without replying. Van Alen looked at him for a moment, shrugged, and turned a second time to leave.
Without really knowing why he was doing what he was about to do, Kesley cupped his hands. "Tina!"
The girl reappeared and confronted him quizzically.
"Get upstairs and pack my things," Kesley ordered her. "I'm leaving."
"Leaving?"
"Right this minute," he said. "I'm leaving with him." He pointed squarely at van Alen.
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