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    "It's a company truck," he said calmly. He gave her an easy grin, which infuriated her even more.
    "A company truck? Is this for your landscaping job? Are they the ones that made you leave town without warning the other night?"
    Ben put a hand out in a gesture that told Molly to calm down. "I told you I would have another part-time job besides landscaping," he said. He crossed to the kitchen, took a banana off of the counter, and began peeling it. He leaned back and regarded her casually. She was staring back at him with an expression that was equal parts confused and irritated, but he just shrugged as if he didn't see why she was so worked up.
    "You get a call at eleven o'clock at night and have to pick up and leave town for three days—then you come home in a brand new truck and expect that I won't ask questions about your part-time job ?" She did air quotes around part-time job just to let him know how ridiculous it was. Then she stared at him, waiting for an explanation. He was silent for long enough that she pointed to the window again. "That's not a company truck, Ben. A company truck has a logo on the door, and probably some dirt on it. That thing out there is secret service."
    Ben didn't flinch at her words even though they hit somewhat close to home. He smiled patiently again. "It's not that kind of company truck," he said. "It's just one that my new employer paid for."
    "Who's your new employer, Ben?"
    "I can't really give you all the information you want on that, but I can tell you I'm in a similar line of work to the job I was doing in the Army."
    Molly could just imagine. She stared blankly at his chest, and he could tell she was making all sorts of speculations.
    Ben had been out with Molly and some of her friends the night he got called away. They were in downtown Nashville at the same bar where their friend Cam Bishop was discovered. Cam was a friend of Molly's boyfriend Nick—a fact that Molly still hadn't gotten used to since Cam was one of the most famous people in Nashville. Actually, he was one of the most famous people in the world, but Molly couldn't think of it like that, or she'd be too nervous around him to carry on a decent conversation.
    Anyway, a group of their friends, including Cam, had all been hanging out a few nights ago when Ben got the call to leave town. All he told Molly at the time was that he was on call at another job and had to head home.
    It wasn't until she got to their apartment the following day that she realized he wasn't even in Nashville. There was a note on the counter saying he had to leave town for his job, and would be back in a couple of days. It informed her that he wouldn't be able to have his phone with him. He left the email address of someone who could reach him in an emergency, but Molly obviously hadn't reached out to the person since worrying couldn’t really be classified as an emergency.
    "Are you working for the CIA or something?"
    Ben let out a laugh. "No, I'm definitely not working for the CIA."
    "Who then? Who calls you at eleven at night to fly out to some undisclosed location without your cell phone, Ben?"
    Ben breathed a sigh as he contemplated what to say to his sister. "The location was disclosed to me," he said. He thought for a second then added, "I'm working for an independent party. They'll call me when they need me, and when they do, I'll have to go—even if it's eleven o'clock at night." He paused. "I'm honestly not sure how often they'll be calling, there's no way to predict that for sure. But I work with guys who lead normal lives, so I can't imagine it'll be constant."
    "Normal lives ? If you even have to say that—" she trailed off, but then her head snapped around when she thought of something. "And what the heck does independent party mean, anyway? Is this illegal? Are you a hit man for the mafia or something?" Molly's eye's had gotten progressively wider with her questions, and he could tell she thought she was right on with