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her. "I think I'll shower first," she said, hoping to show some self-control. Max grinned, and she knew she'd failed. "Just don't eat them all."
"You might need this." Max reached into one of the grocery sacks and tossed her a bar of soap.
Jamie was surprised to find a bar of scented Dove soap in her hand. She looked at him. "How did you know?"
"I've spent a lot of time in the car with you; I know your scent. I took a whiff of every bar on the shelf, and this is as close as I came. Was I right?"
Jamie was touched. She couldn't imagine a man like Max taking the time to smell every bar of soap in the store in order to find her brand. "Gee, Max, that was really nice of you."
"I keep telling you I'm a nice guy."
"You can be."
Max smiled as she walked away, her shirt barely concealing her behind.
Jamie showered and changed into cutoff jeans and a tank top. Max had already downed two donuts, but that still left her plenty. She peered into the open box. "Oh, there is a God." She started to reach for a vanilla-glazed donut with bright colorful sprinkles, then paused.
"Come on, Swifty, go for the chocolate-covered one," Max said. "You know you want it."
Jamie grabbed it. She took a bite and closed her eyes. "Yum." She opened her eyes and found Max staring. "What?"
"I like donuts, but I'm not sure I like them that much."
"OK, so you know my weakness."
"By the way, I prefer you as a blonde."
"You and me both. But the red wig is a good disguise." She sighed. "The things I do to keep from getting shot."
Fleas came up beside her and sniffed.
"Forget it, pal," Max told the dog. "You've got a better chance of getting a lung." He reached for a brown envelope and dumped the contents on the table. "Your new identification and
Chapter Nine
Holding her purse in one hand and the red wig in the other, Jamie climbed from her truck. Max and several men stood just outside the garage. Max introduced them. "These gentlemen are here to install Muffin inside the dashboard of the truck."
"What does Muffin have to say about all this?"
"She's raising almighty hell. Threatening to destroy her own hard drive." He paused. "So, if you won't be needing the truck for a while
Chapter Ten
"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Jamie asked.
"We're gathering information as we speak," Max said. "While you've been, um, shopping, Muffin has been hard at work tapping into every resource she can find. She's been e-mailing information to us as she gets it." He paused. "I'm not holding back anything, if that's what you think."
Which explained why Muffin hadn't questioned Jamie when she had returned to the truck after having breakfast with Michael, she thought. Muffin had been preoccupied. And Jamie hadn't offered an explanation because she knew Muffin would say something to Max.
And then Max would interrogate her to the nth degree about Michael.
Jamie was determined to get information from Michael, which was why she had suggested they meet again the following day. But she was going to be careful and subtle about it. Max had his mighty computer and enough contacts to overthrow a small country, but she had genuine empathy for people, and she hoped Michael would sense it and open up. She felt a little guilty about using him when he was grieving and probably at his most vulnerable, but she might be able to help him in the end as well. If she did learn something, if it was something that could put Michael in danger, then she would have reason enough to break her oath and tell Max.
She suddenly realized Max was talking to her.
"... So far we don't have much on Santoni. Other than a couple of photos of him ducking in and out of the courtroom during his trial," he added. "They're not very clear. Also, he wore a beard at the time, so he could look completely different today. He has a number of aliases, which make it hard to get an address or anything else on him.
"I suspect he stays in the background as much as possible. He's probably got a couple of men he
"You might need this." Max reached into one of the grocery sacks and tossed her a bar of soap.
Jamie was surprised to find a bar of scented Dove soap in her hand. She looked at him. "How did you know?"
"I've spent a lot of time in the car with you; I know your scent. I took a whiff of every bar on the shelf, and this is as close as I came. Was I right?"
Jamie was touched. She couldn't imagine a man like Max taking the time to smell every bar of soap in the store in order to find her brand. "Gee, Max, that was really nice of you."
"I keep telling you I'm a nice guy."
"You can be."
Max smiled as she walked away, her shirt barely concealing her behind.
Jamie showered and changed into cutoff jeans and a tank top. Max had already downed two donuts, but that still left her plenty. She peered into the open box. "Oh, there is a God." She started to reach for a vanilla-glazed donut with bright colorful sprinkles, then paused.
"Come on, Swifty, go for the chocolate-covered one," Max said. "You know you want it."
Jamie grabbed it. She took a bite and closed her eyes. "Yum." She opened her eyes and found Max staring. "What?"
"I like donuts, but I'm not sure I like them that much."
"OK, so you know my weakness."
"By the way, I prefer you as a blonde."
"You and me both. But the red wig is a good disguise." She sighed. "The things I do to keep from getting shot."
Fleas came up beside her and sniffed.
"Forget it, pal," Max told the dog. "You've got a better chance of getting a lung." He reached for a brown envelope and dumped the contents on the table. "Your new identification and
Chapter Nine
Holding her purse in one hand and the red wig in the other, Jamie climbed from her truck. Max and several men stood just outside the garage. Max introduced them. "These gentlemen are here to install Muffin inside the dashboard of the truck."
"What does Muffin have to say about all this?"
"She's raising almighty hell. Threatening to destroy her own hard drive." He paused. "So, if you won't be needing the truck for a while
Chapter Ten
"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Jamie asked.
"We're gathering information as we speak," Max said. "While you've been, um, shopping, Muffin has been hard at work tapping into every resource she can find. She's been e-mailing information to us as she gets it." He paused. "I'm not holding back anything, if that's what you think."
Which explained why Muffin hadn't questioned Jamie when she had returned to the truck after having breakfast with Michael, she thought. Muffin had been preoccupied. And Jamie hadn't offered an explanation because she knew Muffin would say something to Max.
And then Max would interrogate her to the nth degree about Michael.
Jamie was determined to get information from Michael, which was why she had suggested they meet again the following day. But she was going to be careful and subtle about it. Max had his mighty computer and enough contacts to overthrow a small country, but she had genuine empathy for people, and she hoped Michael would sense it and open up. She felt a little guilty about using him when he was grieving and probably at his most vulnerable, but she might be able to help him in the end as well. If she did learn something, if it was something that could put Michael in danger, then she would have reason enough to break her oath and tell Max.
She suddenly realized Max was talking to her.
"... So far we don't have much on Santoni. Other than a couple of photos of him ducking in and out of the courtroom during his trial," he added. "They're not very clear. Also, he wore a beard at the time, so he could look completely different today. He has a number of aliases, which make it hard to get an address or anything else on him.
"I suspect he stays in the background as much as possible. He's probably got a couple of men he
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