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about Colt put her more at ease and somehow she knew that Colt was going to change things for her.
    Berating herself for her premature confidence she was ready to go back to her desk when she noticed the small white rectangle on the couch where Colt had been seated.
    Picking it up, she turned it over and found it blank. Untucking the flap, it scraped free as it had not been licked or stuck. Inside was a single sheet of heavy writing paper.
     
     
    I’ve planted a bug detection device, which I will check when I return to my base. If I experience feedback we’ll know he’s listening and we’ll weed out his bug. I’ll let you know what I find. I’m going to be watching.
    I came to your office as a patient for cover, which I can keep doing until we know more, or come up with something else. I’ll let you train my wiener, which is more than I let other clients do.
    Your first task: change your routine. This guy knows what to expect of you. Shock him. Do something new that could draw him out – that will throw him off-kilter. Get a new hobby, take a second job or a class. We need to get you out of the house and on the move. I’ll be on your tail.
     
     
    The note wasn’t signed but the sender was obvious, unlike ones sent by her stalker. Having Colt as a patient would be a good way for them to meet without drawing attention to them, but meeting once a week didn’t suit her, she’d rather be able to get more regular updates from him. Waiting seven days to find out what Colt was up to was unacceptable. She didn’t want to be out of the loop for that long. She wanted to regain control of her life and being passive wasn’t in her nature.
    Turning everything off and collecting her purse Lyssa locked up and set out on a mission to go shopping. To accomplish her own goal she needed a good disguise because this was a role Lyssa planned to nail. Colt wanted her to change her routine and shake this guy up and she had the perfect idea.
     
     
    She waited three days, taking her time to try on dozens of outfits on and become comfortable in them. Flaunting her figure wasn’t part of her usual manner, but she wasn’t the shy type either. Her form was taut and limber enough, she worked out two times a week at the gym and did her yoga routine at least five mornings.
    At around nine thirty on the third night she left her home and walked towards town. A few blocks from her place she got a cab and requested to be taken to Risqué. Although she didn’t know what to expect when she got there she knew that Colt – an ex-cop who she met through Chavez, a current cop – owned part of the club with his brothers, so the place had to be legitimate. She trusted that the women weren’t required to perform sex acts and drugs weren’t allowed on the premises.
    Risqué was the perfect location for her next social experiment and it was the closest to safe she would get while still being genuine. Lyssa was actually quite excited about the possibility and opportunity before her.
    This time she wasn’t as uncertain on entering Risqué. With her head held high, she strode past the bouncers on the door and made her way up the hall and into the bar, ignoring the patrons, pulsing music and the semi-nude women on stage and on the booth tables around the periphery of the room.
    She’d say there were more men here this time, but there was no one at the bar. A few seconds after she propped herself onto a stool, the bartender came around the corner at the other end toward her. Now that she knew they were related Lyssa saw the family resemblance, this man was the same height as Colt, built with a bit more muscle but the same dusty dark brown hair.
    ‘Back again?’ he asked, retrieving wine from the fridge on the way to her.
    ‘Thank you,’ she said when he filled the glass he put in front of her.
    ‘No worries, it’s left from the other night so it’s probably flat.’
    Smiling, she took a sip and shook her head. ‘It’s good.’
    ‘Low