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charged？〃
〃It doesn't look like it。〃
〃Good。〃 She glanced at the suitcases。 One for clothes； one for weapons。 〃Where are you going？〃
〃I think I'm a little too dangerous to be around right now。〃
She searched my face like she was trying to read my mind。 〃How bad is this mess； Anita？〃
〃Bad enough；〃 I said。
She gently touched my hair； 〃You be very careful out there。〃
I smiled。 〃Always。 You take care of yourself； too。〃
〃Custard and I will take care of each other。〃
I petted Custard； rubbing his little fox ears。 〃I owe you a box of doggie treats； furball。〃 He licked my hand with a tiny； pink tongue。
〃When you can； give me your new phone number；〃 she said。
〃When I can； I'll e back。〃
She smiled； but her pale eyes stayed worried。
We left because we had to。 My imagination has always been too good for my own peace of mind。 I had a very clear image of Mrs。 Pringle splattered against the wall； that lovely； aging face blown away。 If she had opened the door at the wrong moment； I wouldn't be imagining it。 Too close； too damn close。
6
Richard's house was a one…story； half…brick ranch。 It looked like a house for children； and Mommy baking cookies in the kitchen。 It wasn't even set that far back off the road； but it had plenty of yard on either side and the backyard was an acre of woods。 You could look out both the sides and the back and not see a neighbor； except in winter when the bare trees revealed distant glimpses across the valley。 From the front picture window； you could see the corner of the next house half obscured by overgrown shrubs。 No one had lived in it the entire time I'd been visiting。 The place was a little isolated。 Richard liked that； and whether I did or not； I needed it now。
The place looked like an invitation for an ambush； but neighbors would have been cannon fodder。 Most bad guys try not to take out innocent bystanders。 It's not moral outrage； just bad for business。 The cops tend to put the heat on if you waste a lot of bystanders。
Richard hit the garage door opener and eased the Mustang into the garage。 His four by four was already inside。 I followed him in my Jeep。 I idled out on the street； waiting for him to move the four by four out so I could put the Jeep in。 Parking my Jeep out in front of his house seemed like making the bad guys' job a little too easy。 He pulled out。 I pulled in。 He parked behind me in the driveway and walked into the garage。 I unloaded the suitcases； and he hit the button by the interior door。
The door opened into the kitchen。 The walls were lined with Hogarth prints of dogs and more modern hunting scenes。 A Warner Brothers canister set； Bugs to Tweety Bird sat on the off…white cabinets。 The countertops were off white。 The cabinets light honey colored oak。 There were dishes draining on a towel by the sink； even though Richard had a dishwasher。 A glass； a bowl； a spoon； he'd washed his breakfast dishes before he left for work this morning。 I'd have poured water in them and left them in the sink。 Of course； I never ate breakfast。
Richard walked through into the living room； carrying one suitcase。 I followed； carrying the suitcase with the weapons in it。 I also had the two gym bags。
The living room had deep forest green carpet and pale yellow walls。 Cartoon lithographs took up the far wall。 The near wall was taken up with a wooden entertainment center that Richard had built himself。 There was a large…screen TV； a miniature stereo system that made mine sound like humming through a b； shelves of books； and closed doors that hid part of his extensive video collection and a portion of his CDs。 The rest of his books were in the basement； set in shelves along every wall。 There were still boxes he hadn't unpacked because he ran out of shelf space。
There was a large couch and a heavy wood coffee table。 The couch was green and brown； patterned with a yellow afghan thrown across it that his grandmother had made。 A small antique armoire sat against the far wall。 There was no other furniture in the room。
He'd set the suitcase in the smaller bedroom。 It had a twin bed； a nightstand； and a lamp。 The walls； the drapes； and the coverlet where all white； like he hadn't really decided what to do with the room yet。
I laid the gym bags on the bed； put the suitcase on the floor； and stared at it all。 My life sitting in little bags on the carpet。 Seemed like there should have been more。
Richard came up and hugged me from behind； arms wrapping around my shoulders。 〃I think this is where I'm supposed to ask what's wrong； but I know the answer already。 I'm sorry the bad guys invaded your house。〃
That was it exactly。 The bad guys were not supposed to e home with you。 It should have been against the rules。 I knew it wasn't； it had happened before； but not like this。 Not where I knew I couldn't go back。 Even when this was over； I couldn't risk Mrs。 Pringle and my other neighbors again。
I turned in his arms； and he loosened them so I could do it。 I hugged him around the waist。 〃How did you know that was exactly what was bothering me？〃
He smiled。 〃I love you； Anita。〃
〃That's not an answer。〃
He kissed me on the forehead。 〃Yes； it is。〃 He kissed me gently on the lips and stepped back。 〃I'm going to get out of this tie。 Change into your jammies if you want to。〃 He left； closing the door behind him。
I opened the door and called after him。 〃Can I use the phone？〃
He answered from his bedroom。 〃Make yourself at home。〃
I took that for a yes； and went into the kitchen。 The phone was on the wall。 I got a card out of my fanny pack； which I'd been forced to carry like a purse。 You couldn't fasten the jacket over the fanny pack； and the open jacket would have shown off the gun。
The card was white with a number printed in black script； nothing but the number。 I dialed and got Edward's twenty…four…hour answering service。 I left a message； saying to call me ASAP； and Richard's number。
Richard's answering machine sat on the counter； connected by wires to the wall…mounted phone。 The message light was blinking； but it wasn't my machine； so I didn't check it。
Richard came into the kitchen。 His hair fell around his shoulders in tight； foaming waves； curlier from the French braid。 His hair was brown； but light of almost any kind brought out golden highlights； hints of bronze。 He was wearing a flannel shirt； forest green； with the sleeves rolled above his elbows； showing the fine muscles in his forearms。 I'd seen the shirt before。 It was high…quality flannel； soft as a blanket to touch。 He had on jeans and no socks。 He padded barefoot towards me。
The phone rang。 It was nearly one o'clock in the morning。 Who else could it be but Edward？ 〃I' m expecting a call；〃 I said。
〃Help yourself。〃
I picked it up； and it was Edward。 〃What happened？〃 he asked。
I told him。
〃Somebody wants you dead quick。〃
〃Yeah。 When you said no； they went out and bought some cheap local talent。〃
〃You get what you pay for；〃 Edward said。
〃If there'd been two of them； Edward； I wouldn't be here。〃
〃You aren't going to like my news。〃
〃How much worse could it get？〃 I asked。
〃I answered a message just before yours。 They upped the offer to five hu