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and thirty-eight,” Lucy said.
    “So if you use a couple, you could still develop a major disease and have everything covered, right?”
    “Right,” Lucy said, “but that’s not the point. The point is, I’m not sick.”
    Why was it he finally found an honest citizen only when it worked against him? “Look. Think of this guy
    who’s trying to kill you as a life-threatening illness. I do.”
    “I really think—”
    “I told you, don’t think. Just do what I tell you. If it will help, I’ll shave and put on a suit and come back
    and tell you to stay inside. I’ll do whatever it takes. Because I really do think you’re in danger.” He
    gestured to the basement door. “These are all good locks. Take advantage of them. Stay inside and I’ll
    call you tomorrow.”
    “Well...” Her pointed face was so confused under all that dead black hair mat suddenly Zack’s
    annoyance faded and he felt protective again. She seemed so helpless, so soft and round and absolutely
    clueless about reality.
    “Please,” he said. “Just for tonight.”
    “All right.” Lucy swallowed at his earnestness. “But I still think you’re wrong. Anyway, if you give me a
    couple of minutes, I’ll print out the lesson plans. This is very nice of you. Thank you, Detective Warren.”
    “Zack.” He grinned at her in relief. “Detective Warren is for people who haven’t hit me with a purse.”
    Lucy smiled back uncertainly. “Zack.” She hesitated. “I’m Lucy.” Then she turned and went back inside.
    Cute. A little snippy but very cute. Even with the hair. Very, very cute. And she thought he was sexy.
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    Maybe he could convince her that he really had saved her life, and she’d be grateful.
    He tried to picture Lucy, naked and grateful, but all he could see was Lucy, blinking at him, surrounded
    by dogs.
    That could be a bad sign. He was losing his ability to fantasize.
    Maturity.
    Death.
    “Sir?”
    Zack turned back to the patrolman who had joined him again.
    “You’re cleared,” the patrolman said. “What’s going on here, anyway?”
    “I’m not sure,” Zack said. “I need you to question the neighbor.”
    “The old lady?”
    “Yeah. I don’t think she’s going to talk to me.”
    “I don’t think so, either. She wanted me to shoot you. So what do you want me to ask her?”
    “She said she’d seen somebody hanging around here, possibly trying to break in. And the locks have
    been tampered with.” Zack frowned back at the house. “Find out what she saw, and when she saw it,
    and get it to me as fast as you can, okay?”
    “You got it. Anything else?”
    “Yeah. Keep a close eye on this place for the next couple of days. I think she might really have trouble.”
    “With neighbors like she’s got, that’s no big deduction,” the patrolman said.
    “You should see her sister,” Zack said.

    “I almost invited him back in,” Lucy told the dogs when Zack had driven away with the lesson plans.
    “That would have been stupid.” She pulled back the lace curtain at the front window and looked out at
    the empty street. “He was just so different, you know? I just didn’t want him to go. So much for my new
    life. I make these big plans to be independent, and then I cling to the first man I meet an hour after my
    divorce. Still, you should have been there when he told the other policeman to shoot Phoebe. You would
    have loved it.”
    She dropped the curtain and turned to the living room.
    Her room.
    Her house.
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    She remembered the first time she’d seen it. She’d passed it one day when she’d taken a wrong turn
    near the university. A big old cream brick house on a hill with a porch and a cracked old driveway and
    big beautiful beveled-glass windows.
    And a For Sale sign in front.
    And she’d wanted that house with a passion that she’d never in her