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"Could he be at your house?" It's exactly where he'd be after flushing out his quarry into the open He'd set up a watch and wait for the target to scurry back to horeat wide open

"No" She shook her head—fir at B-Squad under my name, but neither my house or car has any link to me Lash worked up the security system He's the only one who knohere I live"

He breathed easier He and Loud Mouth Lash had served together in the Marines The ht be Fort Knox worthy However, there was always a way to find someone—a paper trail that would lead to the front door

"Your name's not on the water bill? The cable? With your cellphone?"

"Nope"

So, sootten the jump on her connection to B-Squad It wouldn't have been a main player, but the Devil's Dip Gym on the main floor was still active A trainer? Janitor? Guy who'd whacked off to a fantasy Tayht Maybe she let sohbor He didn't know, but he'd find out And then that little loose lipped motherfucker would be out own his ass

"I'll check the house out later"

Her blue eyes ide "You'll check it out?"

"As long as I' a dainty little toe inside the threshold before I give it n of approval"

She looked about ready to blow, but only for a second or two Then, that icy curtain came back down and she looked out herat traffic as they inched down one of Ft Worth's always clogged nored hi worried After a few minutes she turned in her seat to face hi s traffic

"Do we have a destination or ae of knowing that?" She served up that ice in a honeyed voice that eeter than his grandust