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"That little bastard!" Deborah said.
"Don't blame Billy," Jeannine said. "He just got a better offer. Much
better."
Deborah glared at her.
"Anyway, it wouldn't have worked," Jeannine said. "Billy's not the type
to get to Mrs. Garson. You should have knonw that."
"What do you want?" Deborah demanded.
"I want the name of Susan's boyfriend--the one you got all that
information out of. And his address. He's the one you should have used in the
first place. You're really not very smart, Deborah."
"Go to hell," Deborah said.
"Now, Deborah. That wasn't very nice, what you tried to do to Tom. If I
told him about it, he'd probably give you to Stanley forever. You wouldn't like
that, would you, dear?"
Deborah swallowed. "No," she said.
"Give me the name," Jeannine said.
Deborah gave it to her. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
Jeannine smiled. "Why, exactly what you were going to do, Deborah," she
said. "I'm going to give Tom Garson the surprise of his life."
