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like talking to a stone wall. They tell me they're going to change him. Shows how naive women can be. Men are similar, but not nearly as bad."
    "You've obviously been doing this for several years; you don't need me to warn you to be careful."
    "I'm very business like, especially when in the jail environment."
    "Getting back to our friend in the Buick. I want to thank you for giving me his name."
    "I wish I could figure out why he's following me, unless my dear bartender friend told him I'd been asking questions. He might have thought I had a personal interest."
    "That's possible. You're a lovely woman, and he might be impressed with your attention. However, his knowing you're in here now could be risky. As he's really out to get me. I want you to be extremely careful. We sure don't want him to construe your visit here to the point he thinks you've become his enemy. So if he ever confronts you, you tell him you've hired me to find a long lost cousin or whatever story you want to concoct, and I'll go along with it."
    "Good idea.” She stood and checked her watch. “I've got to be going. Glad I caught you in and hope the information helps."
    "Yes, I appreciate it. Promise me you'll keep in touch, especially if our mutual friend approaches you in any way."
    "I'll certainly keep you informed."
    "By the way, do you have a cell phone?"
    "Yes."
    He wrote his number down on the back of one of his business cards and gave it to her. “Keep this handy. I can always be reached through my cell."
    After Rita left, Hawkman went to the window and observed the Buick following her out of the lot. He didn't like it one bit.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Hawkman couldn't do much about the guy stalking Ms. Rawlings, but figured she could probably handle herself. He stared into space in deep thought for several minutes, then shook himself free of the abstraction, picked up the phone, and contacted the glass shop. He gave the measurements of the broken window and asked how soon they could do the work. They assured him they'd get out to Copco Lake first thing in the morning.
    Next, he called the pet shop, asked about Marie, the cat breeder, and how he could get in touch with her. They gave her name as Marie Paulson, but only provided a phone number and explained he'd have to set up an appointment. When he dialed the number and the answering machine came on, he groaned. This didn't appear to be his day for getting in touch with real people on the first try. He left a message and asked his call be returned as soon as possible.
    Checking his watch, he assumed school had let out and Ms. Paulson was probably carting her daughters to some sort of lessons. But to his surprise, she rang back within fifteen minutes.
    "Mr. Casey, is everything all right with the kitten?"
    "Oh, yes. She's just fine."
    "Thank goodness. It scared me when I got your call."
    "Jennifer has her hands full, but she's having fun."
    Marie laughed. “Ragdolls make lovely pets, tell her she'll settle down real soon. You want another?"
    "Oh, no! One is all we can manage."
    "So what is it you needed to talk to me about?"
    "He cleared his throat, feeling a bit uncomfortable. “I wondered if I could drop by your place in a few minutes. I'd like to talk to you about an important matter."
    "Sure,” she said, a question in her voice. “I'll be here the rest of the afternoon."
    Hawkman took down her address. “I'll be there inside the hour.” Before leaving the office, he glanced out the window to see if the Buick happened to be parked in the lot. Not seeing any sign of the vehicle, he locked up the office and left.
    Driving toward the Paulson residence, he kept an eye on the rearview and side mirrors to make sure no one tailed him. He felt responsible for Rita's dilemma and didn't want to involve Marie in a similar situation. She had children and he didn't want to put any of them at risk.
    He drove through a tract neighborhood with nice lawns and trimmed bushes. When he came to the address, he parked