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was here on 4th just as I arrived for work. Her apartment and Zippo s were a quick walk away, sure, but so
was Posh Nosh.
I slowed, letting pedestrians cut by me, and checked my watch. 8:55. Same time I came to work every
single day. Like clockwork I arrived either by the F train or Dan s bike.
Kendal s fiery hair swung jauntily as she skipped onto the curb like a schoolgirl and disappeared
around the corner.
What the hell was she doing here?
I had the good sense to hang back. It was crazy thinking, but what if she was looking for me? Not that
she would be, but& hypothetically speaking, she could be. I d been in the paper my name sandwiched
between Gunter Heidelbach, Puppy Lover, and Sheppard McNamara, Actor and I d been at the dealership
with her ex-boyfriend whose fingers I d broken. Twice. I d gone into her home on Waverly Place and
fondled her sinfully expensive bedsheets. And that was before I recognized her on the street. I d spoken
with her neighbor, and then fellated my boyfriend in her former place of employment.
My God. That woman knew who I was.
I think.
What if Kendal wanted to find me specifically? Hell, if anyone wanted to find me, my personal life
was splayed all over the Internet thanks to the ex-boyfriend I had mistakenly started to like as a person
again Sheppard McNamara, Publicity Whore.
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My job, my photo and my home address Google owned me. I mean, that didn t make me any more
special than anyone else on the planet, but I had been careful all these years. I had been circumspect and
lived a clean life, discounting all the sex in public places I d enjoyed recently with Dan.
I baked under the radiant morning sunshine, and rational thinking leaped out the proverbial window.
My rash thinking climbed inside to take a quick, impulsive look around, and I whacked that bastard down
with a firm hand and called Dan. Where are you?
Hello to you too. I ve been roasting in this fucking car all night. I took that to mean he was on a
stakeout. Where are you?
He was understandably cranky if he was in the Camry, so I dialed my tone down. I m two blocks
from work. I can t even believe I m saying this, but I just saw her again.
Saw who again? Dan was chewing on something. He was a former cop, so ten to one he was eating
a donut.
Kendal.
There was a pause a pause that might have been Dan scrambling to pick his breakfast up off the
floor. How do you do it, Ce? Seriously.
Do what? I just got off the train. That s all. I m on my way to work.
He sighed. I m starting to think I should pitch all the law-enforcement training and follow you 24/7.
I d have better luck.
Maybe you should. Maybe I should be the detective and you should be the caterer.
Why does that sound dirty?
I wouldn t know, I said primly, although we both knew I intended it to be dirty. I felt like we were
back on equal footing. So, obviously Kendal s home base is down here.
I know. I m on it. Just don t do anything.
What exactly would I do? Other than follow her which I was not going to do.
Oh, I m positive you ll think of something. Just hang tight. I ve got it covered.
If you think I m going to do something rash, you re mistaken. I dismissed my absurd idea that
Kendal was interested in me. This mess with Kendal and Lester and Gunter? It had nothing to do with me. I
was only a lowly caterer and Dan, Mr. Law Enforcement Training, didn t need any of my untrained
assistance although I d found Kendal twice and he hadn t laid eyes on her, to my knowledge, a single
time. Not that I was keeping score. I m not about to be late for work again. We have a gig. And you re
bartending.
Jesus. Don t remind me, Dan muttered, and he disconnected.
Fine.
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I pointed my feet directly toward Posh Nosh do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars
and Jorge Carrera, sporting a chic gray fedora and Tom Ford sunglasses, rose from the underground. Oh,
for crying out loud. I had done absolutely nothing, and here was another one of Dan s people of interest.
Jorge hitched his expensive camera bag over his shoulder. His stringy hair must be coiled under that
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