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A Hawk Romantic Thriller. A romantic thriller that starts slowly, but
the passion builds as the plot unfolds. A Texas vintner meets a lady in
blue at a private club. Sparks fly and tensions build as they tease
each other, or as his brother would call it, doing the "Do Me" dance.
Then tragedy strikes close and as they explore their relationship, they
also find something new as a sexy cop becomes part of the dance. Has a
real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

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Chapter Three: A busy morning
(c) 2006 by Wine Maker




Before heading to Gretchen's place, I asked her to stop by the hotel
room so I could get my things. I left a note for Ted and Lisa telling
them that I would be back in the morning to see them off to the
airport. Whether Gretchen and I did anything or not, I wanted to have
more than just my short black dress, and since I was already there, I
just packed up all my other clothes. If I needed to, I could check into
some other hotel.

The drive out of the city and to her place was an odyssey of quiet
lust. Gretchen didn't tempt me overtly but her posture spoke volumes.
She slumped lower in her seat than before, showing leg all the way up
to her thigh. I desperately sought some means to break her hold on me.
I recited the multiplication tables to myself, thought about my parents
naked, and imagined Rosanne Barr without makeup _and_ naked. I
shuddered in revulsion at the last, but sighed in frustration as I
realized the desire was still there, exuding sex and looking like an
angel.

I was still wrestling with myself when my angel pulled into a driveway
in front of a big brick and wood house. I shook my head. When had she
become '_my_  angel.' I need to get a hold of myself. Forcing my eyes
away from her thighs, I looked a the house. Very classy looking.

When Gretchen unlocked the door and showed me inside, I was impressed.
Tasteful elegance colored everything from the furniture to the artwork
displayed on the walls. The subdued, clean and simple look spoke of a
great deal of money. Our footsteps on the marble in the entryway were
absorbed by the deep white carpets.

"Come into the kitchen and I'll fix us a drink," Gretchen said with a
smile. "You can tell me all about your other business since I'll be
keeping you company while you finish it."

I nodded. "Okay, but make mine just a beer. I need to keep my head
clear around you or I might succumb to your wiles."  I smiled to keep
it light, but in my heart I heard the truth of my words.

She laughed gaily and led the way into a spacious and modern kitchen.
Opening the wine chiller, she pulled out some wine. "I don't have any
beer in stock, so you'll have to take your chances. Surely you aren't
threatened by little ole me?" she asked seductively, fanning her face
with her hand and smiling the kind of smile that made my panties melt.

"Yes," I said hoarsely, my smile now strained. "You are dangerous to my
self-restraint. I want to say yes so bad I can taste it, but the answer
must be no. I need to respect myself and you." I took the glass of wine
she handed me and sipped the ruby liquid.

She nodded and sipped her wine, still standing. "You seem like an alpha
type - very assertive. You are probably like that about sex, too."
Gretchen set her glass on the counter and stepped into my personal
space, almost making me step back. She caressed my cheek with her hand
softly. "That might be a challenge for me, Hawk. You see, I'm used to
being the alpha in 'personal' relations. I go after what I like and
make it mine."

Her touch roused a fire inside me that I couldn't deny, but managed to
force back down. My pussy became wet almost instantly but I reined it
in savagely. I reached up and pulled her hand down from my face and
kissed her palm before letting it go. "No, not tonight. I want to, but
I won't be rushed."

Her eyes sparkled with shock, amusement and a hint of admiration.
"Well, I am _not_ used to being fended off. At least it isn't usually
easy to say no to this." She reached up with practiced ease and slid
the dress off her shoulders, and it fell into a puddle by her feet.

My breath caught in my throat as I looked at her body. Her hourglass
figure was even more devastating to my resolve than I had feared it
might be. Her generous breasts were high and firm, natural looking. Her
narrow waist and her flared hips framed a neatly trimmed, and natural
blonde bush. The heels that were her only garment now and made her
calves look good enough to eat. Without thought, I found my hands
reaching for her, and I again forced myself to step back, bringing them
to grip the counter.

"Oh, god, that's simply not fair," I said, closing my eyes. "I think
I better sleep in a separate bedroom. With a lock. And a heavy dresser
blocking the door."

Gretchen laughed. When I opened my eyes, she had picked up her dress
and was walking out. She returned in a moment, wrapped in a silk robe.
"Okay, Hawk. You win this round. I'll stop teasing you and let you tell
me the rest of your story." She sat at the counter on a barstool, her
legs folded beside her almost demurely.

Lord, she was so sexy I almost gave in. I picked up my wineglass and
sipped it, looking at her face and trying to savor my victory while my
body told me what an idiot I was being. I regretted the decision
already but I refused to give in. This had become a matter of pride.

"The rest of the business is finding out if Ted and Lisa got married
last night," I said gauging her reaction. "We were a bit toasted and
the evidence seems to point that way." I related the details and I
could see her struggling not to laugh.

"I suppose I don't understand. If they were drunk, it's not binding. I
know you know that, so there must be something else," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. "They don't commit lightly. If they did get
married, I think they'll try to make it work. They just need to know
and I'm going to find the answers for them. They mean..." It hit me
like a blow to the stomach, how important their happiness was to me.
"They're my friends. I don't have many and that makes them precious
to me. Would you stay married if you found yourself hitched
unexpectedly?" I asked, turning the tables.

She swallowed more wine and swirled the glass while she considered her
response. "I've been asked to get married by more people than I care to
think about. All were men that want what they think I have, men that
want to possess me or simply those that think they love me. I've grown
leery of the thought of marriage." She set the glass down on the
counter. "I couldn't get drunk enough to agree, and believe me, some
men have tried that route, too. If I get married, I'll stick with it,
though. Not that I see that in my future. Well, not unless someone as
interesting as you comes along to sweep me off my feet and make an
honest woman of me." She grinned. "What about you? If it had been you
that woke and seemed to be married, what would you do?"

I rubbed my hand over my face. That was an interesting question. "It
was almost me. It could've been me. I'm not a quitter. Marriage to
someone like Ted might work for a while, but I don't love him, or at
least not in the right way. I'd try to make it work, but I don't think
it would last." I yawned and set the glass down. "Look, sorry to be a
party pooper but I'm wiped out. Let's get some sleep and we can start
again in the morning, okay?"

She rose to her feet gracefully and took the wineglass, rinsing them
both out in the sink and setting them out to dry. "Let me take you to
your room and you can get some sleep. I'll dream up a plan to seduce
you while we sleep."

I shook my head and smiled. "You do that."

The bedroom was luxurious in a way that even the highest class hotels
only wished they could emulate. Plush covers and pillows were scattered
across the bed in a dark red wave. A delicate glass sculpture of a swan
sat on a doily beside the mirror. No paintings, just soothing color
draped the walls. The attached bathroom was a marvel all on its own.

Gretchen had mercy on me, keeping her hands to herself and her clothes
on. "Goodnight, Hawk. Sweet dreams," she said with a smile that said
she knew what I would be dreaming of, and then she closed the door
behind her.

I slowly stripped, putting my clothes in the chair, and padded into the
bathroom to take a long, cold shower. I didn't expect it to help and I
was right. When I was done, it still took an hour for me to nod off
into a dream-filled sleep.

-----

The next morning, after tossing and turning, I finally dragged myself
out of bed, showered and dressed before heading to the kitchen. I found
Gretchen already up and sipping her coffee. Her robe from last night
was replaced by sweatpants and a ragged tee shirt proclaiming the
benefits of aromatherapy. I had to remind myself not to jump her bones,
because she was looking way too sexy. Her bare feet tapped on the stone
floor to an oldie playing on the stereo: Jimi Hendrix asked me to
excuse him while he kissed some guy. Okay, I know he said "kiss the
sky", but I like my story better.

"Morning, sleepy! It's already eight am!" She beamed at me. Dear god,
she was perky in the morning. Before coffee. Normally I hate perky at
any time of day, especially mornings, but on Gretchen, perky just made
her more human, more alluring somehow. I shook my head. I was in big
trouble. "I figured we could stop by this really good kolache place I
know and enjoy some good Czech breakfast, she continued. "Do you want
some coffee first, though? You look... um, not quite awake."

She poured me a cup with the right amount of creamer and sweetener
already inside. She did have a good memory. I retreated to my seat,
like a sleeping bear that had just awoken from the winter, greedily
drinking in the fine bean.

"So, what first," she asked with a grin. "Pick up your friends and get
them to the airport?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I'll call them and confirm the time, but I think they
have to be there by noon. The flight is at two. I'll wake their sleepy
asses up after I drink my coffee." An evil idea occurred to me. "Or we
could go wake them up and drag them off to breakfast."

"Ooooo! I like that idea," she agreed. "I'd like to actually talk to
them before they leave. I need to make sure Daddy is following through
on his word," she smiled a shark-like grin, "and they can help me
understand what makes you tick. That resistance of yours only makes me
want you more. You know that, right? I'm going to keep chipping away at
that "no" until I get what I want." Her eyes smoked at me.

There was no chance I could suppress that jolt of lust without the
conflict showing on my face. Gretchen laughed, obviously enjoying my
discomfort. I drank my coffee and commanded my pussy to heel. I'd need
to send it to obedience school.

"I should just toss your sexy ass onto the couch and have my way with
you." She perked up and licked her lips. "But," I said over my wagging
finger, "I'm not going to give in so quickly. When I strike, you won't
see it coming." I grinned my own shark-like grin.

"Well! I suppose I've been put in my place!" she exclaimed with a
laugh. "We'll see if you hold out or I get my way. Like I said, I love
a challenge. Let me go get some clothes on. Want to come and watch?"
she asked coyly.

"Go get changed. I'm not that easy and you're not that innocent."

With a distinctly girlish giggle, she swayed back to the bedroom area.
I shook my head and went to wander the house. It was even swankier than
I thought last night. All feminine in ways my house couldn't match. Or
perhaps it was in ways I couldn't match. A home was a reflection of the
owner's personality, like Lisa had told me.

Gretchen found me in a room that I would have to call a library. It had
a number of bookshelves covered with hardback books on all kinds of
subjects. Physics to chess and painting to auto repair. I was leafing
through one on ballroom dancing when she came in dressed in a casual
blouse and blue jeans.

"Ready? Since we may have company, we'll need something with enough
room for everyone and their luggage. This way to the garage," she said,
pointing off to the left side of the house.

The garage was much like the house, big and filled with classy stuff.
All of it looked to be in great shape, but one had the hood up and a
tool box beside it.

"What's wrong with the Beamer?" I asked.

"Something's wrong with one the lights. It goes out sometimes. Probably
a grounding issue. I've been kind of busy lately, so I'll get it
tracked down later."

I stopped and stared at her. "You work on cars?"

She stopped next to the Lexus SUV and opened the door. "Sure, the easy
stuff. It's interesting and can be fun. Do you work on stuff?"

I climbed in the passenger side and buckled in. "I've done some work on
my bike but not a lot. I mainly let the shop take care of most things."

Gretchen started the SUV and opened the garage. "You're a biker
babe? A macho biker babe, I bet." The grounds were much more covered
in plants than I had noticed when we pulled in last night. She must
have a nice contract with...

I looked at her suspiciously. "You do have a yard service, right?"

Her laugh lightened my spirits a lot. "Yes, though I have planted some
flowers from time to time and I pester them shamelessly for the details
of how it all works. Why? You looking to open a yard business?"

My response was cut off when she slammed on the brakes. As I was thrown
against the seatbelt, I saw some guy in a brown bomber jacket standing
in the driveway, snapping pictures of us.

"What the fuck?" I popped the door open and slid out, already moving
around the front of the vehicle.

I heard Gretchen telling me no, but I was already out so I might as
well see what this guy was up to.

"You. What the hell are you doing? Shag your ass out of the driveway,"
I said with the hook of a thumb. "We've got places to be."

Moron boy took some more pictures of me and then grinned over his
camera. He really should look into some laser whitening for his teeth.
"Is she your bitch now? What's your name? I've never seen her sleep
with a woman before. It's worth big bucks. Cough it up, Babe. Was she
worth the money?"

Did you ever feel like your head was going to pop off your body? My
blood pressure went right through the top of my head and I started for
him. "Babe? I'll give you Babe!"

He danced back into the street outside the gate, keeping the camera out
of the way. "No hitting! I'm on public property! Touch me and you'll
face charges!"

Yeah, right. Damn perverts. I didn't know what his game was, but I
wasn't about to let him fuck with us like that. He didn't even turn to
run, he just snapped more pictures as I got into his face.

"You get the hell out of here before I call the cops and have your
sorry ass tossed in jail, Perv. Give me the film."

He started laughing. That puzzled me more than it made me angry. I
wasn't used to being laughed at while threatening someone. "Never
happen. First amendment. It doesn't matter anyway. They all got some
good ones, too."

I half turned and damned if there weren't two more people across the
street in a car with a camera snapping away. What in the hell was going
on? The sound of a car door slamming brought my attention back to that
first guy. He was starting up a beat up Pontiac Firebird and was in
motion before I could decide what to do about him.

Behind me, Gretchen honked. I gave the other camera the finger and got
back into her car. Gretchen was laughing. "Oh, Hawk, that is too funny!
That'll be all over the papers tomorrow morning with some headline
about us as a new item."

While she pulled out and onto the street, I looked at her
incredulously. "What? Why the hell would any paper do that?"

Gretchen shook her head in disbelief and smiled. "How can any cop be so
na�ve?" she mocked me gently, paraphrasing my own words from last
night. "The paparazzi hang all over people like me. Freelance
gunslingers with a camera. And if you go after them, they swarm. I hope
you can live with your picture in all the tabloids as my new lover."

"You have got to be kidding me," I grumbled.

"Nope," she snickered.

"Fine, let them say what they like. It won't tarnish my image," I
decided. "Yours on the other hand, might just spin in odd directions."

"Oh, please! I've been photographed with a lot of people and its been
rumored that I sleep with so many of them I can't even count the
stories anymore," she retorted. "Let 'em go and just ignore them."

I shook my head. Amazing.

-----

We were halfway to the hotel when my cell rang.

"Hawk." I said into the handset.

"It's Lisa. How was your evening?" Her voice had a sly edge to it. "Did
you make a new friend?"

"It was frustrating," I answered with a smile at Gretchen. "I'm being
stubborn."

She laughed in my ear. "Really? I'd never imagined stubbornness to be
one of your failings, Hawk."

"Is there a purpose to this call, besides slandering me, Sexy? Did you
and Ted enjoy a night away from the old ball and chain? Oh, and we're
on our way over to kidnap you both to breakfast with us."

Lisa's voice got lower. "Thank you for that, Hawk. I don't want to
exclude you, but I needed last night alone with Ted. To ground myself.
And you might as well keep driving to breakfast. We're already on the
way to the airport."

"What?" I asked, sitting forward with a frown. "Why? The flight isn't
until after noon."

I could almost hear her shrug. "Plans changed last night. Late last
night. It's your fault, really. I don't know what you were thinking
when you dragged Ted and me into this, but Hans kept hammering and
wheedling late into the night. I think Ted caved just so we could get
some sleep. I gave in when he did, so we're off to Boston to talk about
the details. I'll get you for this, by the way. We're taking a private
plane with Hans and Brunhilda. She was worse this morning than last
night. I would have called you last night, but I was worried I might
interrupt something juicy. Why are you stalling on her, Hawk? She's
_hot_!"

"Well, just between you and me, I've been asking myself that very
question. Hardheadedness, probably. It's only made me more interesting,
I think." I said, looking at Gretchen. She looked back at me and licked
her lips in a way that sent shockwaves through my body.

"Ooooo, you've made yourself hard to get. That is a real turn-on, you
know. Look, Hans already called my temporary boss and had my leave
extended. We'll call you from Boston after we get there. Do me a favor,
though, you and Gretchen have fun, okay?" Lisa asked.

"I miss you guys already. I'll call as soon as I have information. I
don't think it will take too long to nail this down. Be safe and slug
that bitch for me."

"Tempting. I love you, Hawk. Bye."

I was so surprised by that statement that Lisa was gone before I could
respond. Lisa loved me? Surely just as a friend, I told myself. She
loves Ted. I tried to remember the last time someone had said that to
me.  Sliding the phone back into my pants pocket, I focused on
Gretchen, instead. "Daddy took them to Boston. Abort the pickup and
make tracks for those kolaches."

Gretchen only nodded. "He can be very persuasive when he tries. Let's
get breakfast and I'll just have to meet them some other time. They
seem like nice enough people; but, it's really you that interests me."

She said it so matter-of-factly, I felt... I don't know what emotion it
was. _I_ was being stalked; and, in relationships like this, I was very
much afraid she was the hunter and I was the hunted. I took a deep
breath. "I'm just a cop. There's nothing special about me. You're the
goddess."

She stopped at the light and looked at me. "Oh, please. I can't see one
part of you that's normal or average. You're a dynamo of energy and
determination. You tell people to jump and expect to be obeyed. People
that cross you do so at their peril. You even stood up to Daddy and
I've never seen anyone but my mother do that. You're not afraid of
anyone or anything."

I blinked in surprise. "It's who I am. If I let anyone back me down,
I'd be running for the rest of my life. Surely you know that just like
I do."

She pulled through the intersection when the light turned green.
"Sometimes. It's something I feel that we share. It's attractive. I
can't wait until I wear you down and drag you off to my bedroom."

"When I make the call, we might not make it to the bedroom," I said
before I could stop myself.

She smiled. "So now it's when, not if. We're making real progress
here."

I covered my eyes as she pulled into a bakery parking lot. "That
slipped out. Can I have a do over?"

"Nope. You're committed now. Let's go through the drive-through, and we
can get working on your mystery. I'm hoping to make an early night of
it." The look she sent me caused my panties to smolder, and they would
have caught fire if they weren't so wet. I was very afraid that if she
touched me, I would cave, but she kept her hands to herself.

Ten minutes later we were on the road, eating steaming hot sausage and
cheese kolaches. Sweet bread wrapped around sausage and cheese and
baked. They were very good. I'd have to start working out or I'd weigh
a ton. I could _feel_ my thighs growing as I chewed.

Falling into the comfortable patterns of work, I took out my cell and
started making calls. The city offices had just opened and were able to
give me the owner's name and official contact business number and
address. Antonio DiGeorgio. I made a side bet with myself whether it
would be Big Tony or Little Tony. Men.

A call to his office got me his secretary. It seemed Mister DiGeorgio
was in a meeting. Would I care to leave a message?

"No thanks. I'll call back."

I smiled at Gretchen. "Bingo. He's at his office." I gave her the
address. "Can you get us there?"

Gretchen shook her head and turned on this little computer screen on
the console. "GPS and directions via satellite and computer." She
entered the address quickly and the little voice was directing us right
to the office. I was impressed.

The office building was a little three story affair that looked normal
enough. We parked and went up to suite 201. The door confirmed it was
the office of GL Enterprises. Call it a hunch, but I would bet good
money that stood for Graceland.

Inside, an older redhead sat at the desk typing on a computer terminal.
She looked up at our entrance. "Good morning. Can I help you?"

I put on my best public relations smile. "Sure. We're here to see
Mister DiGeorgio."

She kept smiling, but shook her head. "I'm sorry, but he's in a
meeting. Can I take a message?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we need to see him. Tell him Detective
Hawkins is here with an associate to talk about the fire at his
property two nights ago." I kept that same smile in place. I didn't
have any jurisdiction; but, I didn't think I would get any flack for
putting a little pressure on this guy about a fire.

She blinked at me for a moment and then picked up the phone and dialed.
"Tony, the police are here about the fire." She listened, and then hung
up. "Go right in."

I smiled more widely. Score one for me. "Thank you. Tell me, my partner
and I were wondering, does he go by Big Tony or Little Tony?"

Gretchen cocked her head at me, but said nothing.

"Big Tony," the woman said uncertainly.

"Thank you. You've been very helpful," I said.

Knocking as I opened the door, we entered the office. It was big
enough, I suppose, but all the pictures of Elvis and various people
trying to look like Elvis kind of took the gravity right out. The man
rising from behind the desk was big alright. Over six feet tall and
going to seed. He was in a business suit a size too small, and he
affected the same mutton chop sideburns as the Elvises staring at us
from the walls.

Tony extended his hand. "I already talked to the police, but I'm always
happy to cooperate. What more can I tell you?" His accent was more
Brooklyn than Vegas. At least it wasn't Elvis.

"I'm Detective Hawkins. This is my associate, Werner. We're following
up on the details. It's all routine. Can we sit?"

"Sure. Park it." He gestured to two worn chairs in front of the desk
and we sat.

"Let's start off with the simple stuff first. Who was in the place at
the time of the fire?" I asked in my professional tone.

"Leo Giovanni and his wife. He did the marrying and she did the
witnessing." He pointed to a picture of Elvis on the wall. Like I could
tell what they looked like under that getup.

"What's their story?" I asked, looking at the picture anyway.

"Good question," he answered with a shrug. "I haven't been able to get
a hold of him. He doesn't answer the phone or the door to his place.
Your people are still looking for him."

That was interesting. I leaned forward and fixed him with my best
skeptical stare. "That's interesting timing, don't you think? A fire,
and poof, they're gone? You have any ideas about why they might move
out on you or set fire to your place?"

Tony bristled. "Nobody said anything about setting fires. I'm sure this
is electrical or something. I'm not sure where Leo went; but, I'm sure
he wouldn't do _that_ to me."

"Let me have his address again. In fact, let me have a copy of his
employment application and emergency contact," I said.

Tony looked reluctant but called the secretary for the information. I
asked a few other questions about the fire; but, I already had what I
wanted. As soon as practical I cut the interview short with the promise
to get back to him with any information I could find out, and I left
with Gretchen. The application said Leo was from here in Vegas and gave
several contacts and references.

In the car, Gretchen looked at me. "Won't we get into trouble for
telling him we're cops?"

I grinned. "Probably not. I am a cop and I never said you were. I never
said I was a cop from Vegas. For petty arson I doubt the cops here
would care. Let's go check out the home address."

-----

The apartments in question were pretty rundown. I spotted two drug
dealers before we parked the car. They eyed the SUV from the cover of
inter-building walkways. I climbed out and gave them my cop stare and
they melted back into the darkness.

"How do you do that?" Gretchen asked. "You look at them and they run
away. Like they know they're lower on the food chain than you."

"That kind can smell cop a mile away. Darwin at his worst. I just have
to be me, and away they go. Come on." I led the way into building D. At
D4, I knocked hard. No answer. I stepped to the window and looked in.
Through the corner of the blind that was bent I could see that the
living room, such as it was, was disturbed. I frowned. The place looked
tossed. I knocked on the door again. "Mister Giovanni. Police. Please
open the door."

While I was waiting for an answer I was beginning to suspect I wouldn't
be getting, the door behind us opened. I looked back and an old
Hispanic woman was coming out on her walker.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I'm with the police. Have you seen the Giovanni's
recently?"

She peered up at me through thick lenses. "Leo and Marge? I saw them
yesterday morning, early." She had hardly any accent, but did have a
tremble in the voice that some elderly people had when speaking. "I was
going out to my sister's house and that nice boy from building C drove
me. I just got back an hour ago. Are they in some kind of trouble?"

I shook my head. "No, ma'am. Just routine. Do you know where they were
going?"

She nodded. "Marge told me that they were leaving to spend some time
with her mother."

I consulted my notes. "That's over on the other side of town?"

The woman smiled. "No, I don't think so. They've lived here several
years, and I've heard Marge tell Leo more than once that she should go
back to her mother in Boston."

Interesting. "Do you know what her mother's name is?"

She shook her head. "No, but I know Marge's maiden name is Lebowski.
They left with all kinds of suitcases; so, I think they must be
planning to stay a while."

I patted her shoulder. "Thank you for your help, ma'am. Have a nice
day."

We walked the woman to a friend's appartment and then went back to the
SUV. Gretchen seemed more impressed than ever. "That was just like
watching Dragnet. You were so cool."

I shook my head and laughed. "Just the facts, ma'am. Let me call the
numbers for references while you drive us out of this dump."

By the time we were back in safe territory, I had confirmed my
suspicions. All of the contact information and references were bogus. A
call to information had only one listing for a Lebowski in Boston. Paul
and Helen Lebowski.

I called the number and an older man answered. "Yeah?"

"Hi," I said brightly. "This is Susan. I heard Marge was back visiting
you. Is she in?"

"Naw," he answered. "She's out with that no good slug she calls a
husband, getting something for the guest room. Who did you say this
was?"

"I'll just call back later. Let me surprise her, okay?"

He grunted, "Sure," and hung up. I smiled. Just my kind of guy. Few
words and said what he meant. Odd that they were in Boston while Ted
and Lisa were there; but, sometimes the odds came out that way.

"Looks like we are going to Boston, if you still want to go sleuthing
around with me," I said to Gretchen.

"Oh, I'm going," she answered. "Try to stop me now. Besides I can be a
big help. I grew up in Boston and know a lot of people there, too."

"Then we need to pack. I'll call for flight reservations. Looks like we
are going on a little trip." I started calling for tickets and she
drove back to her place grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

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