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    “I don’t have to worry about you flying in through any open windows, do I?” Rickman added.
    Alice got that familiar, troublesome look on her face that she got whenever something bothered her. “Well, actually, flying squirrels don’t really fly.”
    “Just answer the man, Alice,” Jake said. He wasn’t in the mood to get in trouble with the chief of police.
    “ No ,” Alice said. “I won’t be jumping through any windows. I haven’t done that in years.”
    Rickman looked to Jake.
    He sighed. “As far as I know, she hasn’t. I’ve been tracking her for a while and haven’t found anything that would suggest she’s been doing anything she hasn’t.”
    “So how did you track her?” Rickman asked.
    “She’s just not that good at hiding.”
    He felt the heat of Alice’s glare on the back of his head and ignored it.
    Rickman lost that serious note in his eyes, and he chuckled. “Well, aren’t you both just the pair?” he said. “I’ll make sure all my men are in their cars tonight doing rounds. If we come across anyone, I’ll find a reason to at least ticket them. They’ll get the hint they’re not welcome here.”
    “You can’t arrest them?” Alice asked.
    Jake already thought of this, a whole lot of times, and he already knew the answer. “Your friend Bobby already served his time. Short of catching him doing something that would get his parole revoked, no. The others he hired don’t have anything outstanding against them either. That’s probably why Scarface hired them.”
    Bobby could be smart like that. The man’s smarts might work in their advantage.
    “He’ll leave town,” Jake said.
    “What makes you so sure of that?” Rickman asked, lifting a brow.
    “I know him,” Jake said. “He’s smarter than your average drug dealer. It was how he kept his sentence light and managed to move up the ranks so much faster than normal. He’s smart enough to hire the right people, but also smart enough to know when the heat’s on. You’re right. He won’t do anything to get him in trouble with his parole board. If we can convince him that Alice is out of state, then it’s even better, because he won’t be able to follow her.”
    It was bad enough the man was on the road at all. It suggested a level of crooked dealings with whoever was his parole officer.
    Jake would have to look in on that. One of Bobby’s most favorite things in the world was getting leverage on someone. It was his philosophy that he could make anyone do anything, so long as he had the right amount of money or the right kind of information on them.
    He shared all this with Rickman, and good man that he was, he offered to look into it.
    “Meanwhile, I think you two should spend the night here,” Rickman said. “It’s not a lot, but if your old pal is anything like you said he is, I doubt he’ll come sniffing around here.”
    Jake couldn’t agree more. He heard the tiny groan that Alice let out.

  

     
     
     
    “You know, I never thought I’d be spending my nights as an innocent victim inside of a jail cell.”
    “The doors are open. It’s not like you’re locked in,” Jake said, looking over at the barred door in question.
    He and Alice were given separate cells, but they were right next to each other. It seemed the good police chief didn’t think it was proper for them to share a bunk.
    Considering there was nothing going on between Jake and Alice now, he supposed that made sense. Still, he hated it. There wasn’t anything separating him from Alice, other than a wall of steel bars between their cells and Jake’s inability to get off his ass and go over there.
    Not that he knew exactly what he would do when he got there. He knew what he wanted to do, but that was a different matter.
    “I didn’t think any jail cells still used bars. I thought this would actually be, like, a concrete room with a big, thick door, you know?”
    “Small town like this is probably waiting for the funding,”