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"Whoever did make the call, I'm glad it wasn't your husband,
Mrs. Newton," said Jose.
"Why is that, Mr. Fernandez?" asked Rebecca, curiously.
"Well, I felt I might have been responsible, in some way, for Peter's death.
I'm relieved to find I was mistaken," sighed Jose.
"You could never intentionally hurt anyone, Mr. Fernandez," reassured Rebecca.
"It's just not in you," she added, walking to the door.
"Have you eaten breakfast, Mrs. Newton?" asked Jose, before she had the
chance to leave.
"No, I haven't," replied Rebecca.
"Would you care to have breakfast with me?" Jose asked. Rebecca hesitated,
her fingers feeling the wedding band on her left hand. "I don't recommend eating
in the dining room," continued Jose, "even though we got away with it last
night." Jose walked over to the telephone and picked up the receiver. "It's
better to maintain a low profile and not be too easy to find," he explained.
Rebecca nodded in agreement.
"Who are you calling?" she asked.
"Room service," replied Jose with a smile. "If we can't go to the
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