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He holstered his gun in his belt, put his arood a shot this tioing to throw you out the front door"

"I’rinned down at her "Good I’ Günter isn’t, is stupid He knew cops would swarm here within minutes after he fired those shots He had to know too that it would be a ot to Fleurette after the first miss Maybe they’ll find his car, or one of the people who lives a couple of blocks over saw hiot a look at hi room and at each of them in turn, "Günter took his shot, missed, but all of you know he’ll be back He wants Fleurette dead and he’s not going to stop until it’s done or we get him first"

Savich said, "We were lucky your parents weren’t here, Fleurette"

Fleurette, still plastered against hiht have shot one of the this I don’t know anything!"

Sean began hu, the sound very loud in the entrance hall ItSherlock was standing to the side, close to the staircase, rocking hi to the other She said, between kisses on Sean’s cheek, "We’re all okay, but this ay too close I’ that to keep you completely safe, Fleurette, we need to take you to Quantico No one could get near you there Security could catch a runaway flea there Little sucker could end up on the firing range"

Fleurette looked shell-shocked, but she straightened, her eyes blinking as if waking frouys are so a, so--what if he’d hit Sean? I couldn’t take that It would have been , Fleurette? You’re right about one thing I’ about our boy too He’ll be safer with you out at Quantico This is the second time violence has come into our home If it were just Dillon and me, that would be different, but Sean’s the important one, and we’re supposed to protect hiot to clean up that coffee before it stains the floor, and then you’re going to Quantico, Fleurette You can call your parents fro as they’re in town"

Savich rose, took Sean fro hi up and down on his son’s back "I really e didn’t have to tell your parents about this, Fleurette"

"No choice, Dillon," Callie said "It was on the police radio, and soon it will be all over the news I don’t see any choice The media will descend any moment And they’ll be all over us if we’re still here"

Sherlockover the floor She walked into the kitchen to get paper towels to clean it up "Callie’s right, Dillon," she said as she caetown If the chef at Pae in the Post Worse, this is an FBI agent’s house, who also happens to be the lead investigator on Justice Califano and Danny O’Malley and Eliza--" Her voice caught in her throat and she dropped to her knees and viciously wiped up the coffee and tea, in wide, heavy strokes, her pain palpable to Savich Savich handed Sean to Ben, who nestled hiathered up some more paper towels and helped her

Fleurette and Callie stood silent, watching Ben rock Sean, and Savich and Sherlock clean up the spreading spill The creamer ran into the seam where the wide oak planks rabbed some paper towels and went after the creamer "My mom said it was the prettiest floor she’d ever seen and she wondered how you kept it so nice ith Sean running all over the place Will it stain?"

"No, it’ll be fine," Sherlock said, took a final swipe and rose to her feet "Callie, we don’t need you down here on your knees too Thank you, Fleurette There, all done Hey, Ben, you’re a natural Sean’s nearly out"

Ben paused in his rocking and looked at her Sherlock wanted to laugh, the expression on his face was so priceless Then he said slowly, "Yeah, I guess I a is, I’d be a natural too with a red Porsche"