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vendetta, even though he did a lot of complaining. Jack Hargrove he couldn't place. He didn't recall ever hearing the name. Hal Brokers was a mean devil, but he couldn't see him going after an associate. He was the kind of guy who would always defend anyone in the Agency, regardless of how much he hated the person. He had lots of honor. And neither of these two men had green eyes. Of course, with colored contact lens now, one couldn't even go by eye color anymore.
    He circled the name Jack Hargrove and put a question mark beside it. This one bothered him. And for Bill to find the file incomplete made him suspect Hargrove either removed the identification or had someone do it. Something about the name kept jogging the recesses of his mind, but wouldn't come forward. He wondered what the guy had to hide. He'd be anxious to hear from Bill when he found out. Leaning back in the chair, he tapped the piece of paper with his pencil eraser. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He reached inside his jacket and lifted the flap on his holster. “Come in."
    Rita Rawlings poked her head around the door jamb. “I'm glad you're here."
    Standing, Hawkman motioned toward the chair. “I've been waiting for your call, but much happier to see you in person."
    "It's very hard to catch me at home. I'm all over the place and I also play bridge several afternoons during the week. But I do check my answering machine throughout the day, and caught your return call."
    "Cup of coffee?"
    "Yes, please,” she said, taking the seat. “Oh, while you're up, you might check out the window and see if the brown colored Buick is parked out front."
    Hawkman glanced outside while carrying the two cups of coffee. “Yes, it's there.” He frowned, as he turned toward her. “What's going on? He just left here a little while ago. Don't tell me he's following you?"
    "I've caught him a couple of times in my rearview mirror."
    Hawkman placed the steaming brew in front of her. “You take it black, right?"
    "Yes, thank you."
    "This is very curious. Why would he tail you?"
    "It all started last week, after we had our meeting. Of course, I didn't pay any attention whether he was around when I left your office. But that evening I stopped for a beer at Lonnie's off Main Street."
    Hawkman nodded. “Yes, I know the place."
    "The bartender and I go way back. We were chatting when our friend in the Buick came in the door. I asked Bud if he knew him. He told me he was a newcomer and had visited his place several times in the past couple of weeks. When I asked his name, he said he really didn't know, but he'd heard a couple of customers call him J.J. and one had called him Judd."
    Hawkman grinned. “Say, can I hire you as my assistant?"
    Rita grinned. “I don't think I have the time. But it sounds exciting."
    "And sometimes dangerous. This man could be threatening. I've come to the conclusion, he's not stable."
    She reached into her purse and placed an item on his desk. “Well, he better not get too close. I'll take care of him rather rapidly."
    Hawkman reared back his head and guffawed. “I can't believe a lovely woman like you carries a stun gun."
    A sly smile formed at the corner of her lips. “Fortunately, I've never had to use it, and I'm not even sure I'm legal. I've had it for years, but I've carried it in my hand numerous times and make sure it's fully charged. My job takes me into dangerous areas and I need some sort of protection."
    He shook his head. “You are something else. My wife tells me you even marry people in jail."
    "Oh, yes. I don't carry the gun in there. I'd never get by the metal detector and I'm sure the guards could protect me. Strange as it may sound, most of my marriage services are performed in the prison."
    "That's amazing. Why would anyone want to marry someone who's behind bars?"
    She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. “Because they're ‘in love'. Many times I've tried to talk these young women out of it, but it's