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difficult than any other case he had worked. Never had his bear bristled under the surface like this, willing to expose them.
    “I want you to stay in the car. Doors locked. If anyone approaches, sound the horn, and if you feel threatened, then drive away.”
    Chrissie had parked her car outside the safe-house. He planned to get out, walk along the street checking for anyone suspicious, then turn back and head inside their new temporary home. As they approached, he had made sure to note the nearest stores. The house would already be stocked with groceries, but there was always a need for fresh milk and bread.
    He held out his hand for the key, which she took from her purse, then opened the car door, got out and made sure he heard the sound of Chrissie locking it behind him. Then he took a stroll down the street, stretching his sore legs. His muscles were bunched up and tense, which he didn’t like. If he had to fight, he wanted to make sure he was ready, which meant warmed up. A pulled hamstring in the middle of the action would render him useless.
    Trying to look inconspicuous, difficult when you were as tall and as broad as Joel, he made his way along the street. Chrissie had been right to insist he left his truck behind, Joel’s manly physique wouldn’t have been the only thing to stand out if he had parked a battered truck on a suburban street. He grinned. Did his truck say something about him? Like dogs look like their owners? He was like his truck.
    What did Chrissie’s car say about her? He pulled it up from his imagination, every detail inside and out, just as his police training had taught him. Sure, it was black, like her long silky hair, which his fingers itched to stroke. But she wasn’t small and timid, which is what her car reflected. She was curvy in all the right places, voluptuous breasts he longed to caress, to see her response when he rubbed his thumb across her nipple. Then he would lower his mouth, suck it in, and roll his tongue over it, until her hazel eyes were heavy with desire.
    “Can I help you?” a voice asked curtly.
    Joel had walked up one side of the street, and then crossed over to walk back. An elderly man, in his late sixties, had been tending his front yard, and watching Joel at the same time.
    “No, thanks. It’s been a long trip; I’m just stretching my legs.”
    “Are you?” The old guy looked at him sternly. “Are you sure you’re not casing the joint?”
    Joel hid a smile. “Casing the joint?”
    “You know, about to break in.”
    “No. I’m moving into number twelve just along here. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand, but did not offer his name. The old guy simply looked at it, then he wiped his hand on his pant leg and thrust his bony hand into Joel’s.
    “Queer goings on. I hope once you move in, we won’t have any more people coming at odd times.”
    “Odd times?” Joel asked, his professional side becoming aware there might be something here he needed to know.
    “Yes. First there were the cleaners. Then there was the man in the suit who came to fit a crib together.” He peered at Joel. “You have a baby?”
    “Yes,” Joel answered.
    “I hope it doesn’t cry all night. The people next to me in number eight have a baby. In the summer, we all have our windows open, and all I can hear is it crying.”
    “He won’t cry all night,” Joel promised, although he had no idea if Sam was a good sleeper. But he did want a description of the man in the suit. Maybe the chief had come by to check everything out. “We had trouble with the store we bought the crib from. The manager said he would come out and put the crib together for us personally. Could you tell me what he looked like, so I can check he kept his word?”
    “Portly. Balding head. Looked as if he enjoyed too many late lunches. Typical management, if you ask me.”
    “Thanks. What car did he drive?”
    “A large silver one. BMW I think.”
    “Thanks,” Joel smiled warmly. “I’ll let you