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security set-up there under control, and this will be a great chance to catch him in the act and stop him cold.”
                After a brief pause, Cherise nodded.
                “I need to talk to Rose and Dolph for a few minutes.” Skip stood. Cherise grabbed his hand as he walked past her. “I’ll be right back,” he said, pulling his hand free as gently as possible and gesturing to Rose and Dolph to join him in the kitchen.
                “I’m not sure why,” Skip said in a low voice, “but my instincts are telling me not to let on to her who we suspect, until we’re sure. She’s just too unpredictable right now.” He wouldn’t put it past Cherise to hire somebody else to beat Lansing up.
                “Looks like she’s got the hots for you, partner,” Rose said, flashing him a megawatt grin.
                Skip ignored her comment. “You got your fingerprint kit with you?” he asked her.
                Rose nodded. Skip pointed toward the wrapping paper, box and bracelet laying on the table. “Ben tried to keep the handling of them to a minimum, but the housekeeper and Cherise had already touched the box before he got it. Nobody touched the bracelet.”
                “Except, hopefully, the sender. Oh, looky what I see,” Rose said. “Scotch tape! Might just get us a lovely print off of that.”
                “Dolph, are you willing to stay here tonight, along with Ben?” Skip asked.
                The older man nodded, then grinned. “Afraid of her, aren’t ya, son?”
                “Okay, both of you, stop.” They didn’t. They were grinning at him like twin Cheshire cats. “Alright, yes, she scares the shit out of me,” Skip hissed at them in a low voice. “Are you happy now? Can we get back to work?”
                “I don’t know. Are you happy, Rose?” Dolph asked, his face deadpan.
                “Yeah, I think that’s about as good as it gets.” Rose grinned, keeping her voice low so the client wouldn’t overhear. “Skip Canfield, the man who has faced down killers without blinking an eye, is scared of a hundred pound girlie girl.”
                “Cut it out,” Skip said, but he couldn’t help grinning a little at their good-natured teasing. “Tomorrow, Dolph, we’ll send another bodyguard to babysit with Ben. I need you to do two things. Get your hands on a good photo of Lansing, maybe in back issues of the celebrity rags from when they were dating. A good head shot. Make about four dozen copies, so everybody and his uncle can have one Friday night. Then take another warm body for back-up and go see Lansing again. See what he was up to this afternoon, but more importantly, try to get something with his prints on it.”
                “Are we going to try again for a restraining order if we get more proof it’s Lansing?” Rose asked.
                “I’m thinking not until after Merriweather. Hopefully he’ll make a move and we’ll catch him there. If not, then it’s restraining order time.”
                “Those things aren’t worth much more than the paper they’re written on if the guy’s a nutcase,” Dolph pointed out.
                “Yeah, we’ll actually be hoping he violates so we can get him arrested and throw the fear of some serious jail time into him, if he persists,” Skip said. “Anybody object if I go home now and kiss my sleeping children?”
                “Not us, but Cherise might,” Rose said.
                And she did. When Skip informed her he was leaving, she once again rushed him and threw her arms around him. He reached back and pried her hand off his gun butt, then held her hands in both of his. “Cherise, you’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got things under control.” Silently he thanked his wife for those