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a couple of cars will patrol her neighborhood on a regular rotation until he’s caught.”
    “That’s good.” Kevin paused. “Between you and me, I’m having dinner with her tomorrow night, so I’ll decide then whether or not to recommend she be advised of his escape.”
    “Okay. Let’s hope our guy is found before then.”
    “And behind bars, not returned to the damn rehab, so we know where his ass is.”
    “Exactly. But with his dad being a bigwig in town, lots of money and pull, the son could be allowed to return to rehab under tighter security.”
    “Maybe, if they ever find him. Call me the second you hear anything.”
    “Will do.”
    “Bye.” Kevin disconnected the call and punched the steering wheel.
    Amy seemed troubled enough by the incident, learning that the burglar escaped from rehab was the last thing she needed to hear. Of course, she wasn’t even aware he’d been placed in rehab. As he pulled out of the lot, Kevin cursed the fact he had to keep this info to himself.
     

 
     
    Chapter 5
     
    Amy shuttled her reusable cloth grocery bags from the shopping cart to the second row seat of her Lexus. Today marked their second trip to the grocery store. On the way there, she’d stopped at the pet store and bought a metal barrier to ensure Rover stayed in the back third row area of the vehicle and couldn’t trample any more groceries on the way home.
    “Is that your dog, lady?”
    Amy turned and discovered a freckle-faced, red-headed little boy about four-years-old, standing on his tip toes, attempting to peek into the SUV’s back window. “Yes, he is. His name is Rover.”
    “I like his red hair. It looks like mine.”
    “Now that you mention it, you’re the spitting image of each other.” Amy chuckled and finished loading her groceries into the SUV.
    “I can’t spit. My mom says it’s not polite.” The little boy glared at her, as if she’d attempted to lead him into a life of crime.
    “You’re absolutely right. Spitting is a terrible thing. What was I thinking?” Amy attempted to appear chastised.
    “Tommy, where did you disappear to?” A thirty-something, strawberry blonde woman, stepped out from behind a navy Dodge Caravan parked two vehicles over from Amy.
    “I’m saying hello to this dog,” answered the little boy.
    “Never mind the dog. We’re going to be late picking up your brother from his piano lesson. Let’s go.” The harried-looking mother clasped the little boy’s hand and turned toward Amy. “I hope he wasn’t bothering you.”
    “Not at all. He noticed my dog has the same hair color as his. Judging by the tail wagging, Rover was happy he wandered over.” Amy smiled and headed for the driver’s door.
    “Thank you for humoring him. Tommy loves animals. He’ll probably grow up to be a vet.” The woman strode back to her vehicle with her son in tow.
    Amy climbed inside, closed the door, and peeked into the rear view mirror. “Made a new friend, have you?”
    Rover woofed and his tail wagged furiously.
    “Well, Red Rover, I’m happy for you. But I’ve got big news. I have a dinner date tomorrow night with Constable Robertson, and Kevin is in for one big furry surprise when he arrives. I’m really attracted to this guy, Rover. Please promise you’ll be on your best behavior. Okay?” The dog tilted his head in apparent confusion, or else he was considering her request.
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    By six o’clock the next evening, Amy was a nervous wreck.
    “Rover, why did I accept this date?” He’d become a constant companion in the short time they’d been together. He stuck to her side like glue, half the time she was tripping over him.
    “I’m a complete fool. I don’t even know the guy. Well, being a cop, the chances he’s a serial killer or registered sex offender are extremely slim. But still.” She shook her head.
    “Twenty months ago, my husband died instantly, driving home one night after working late,” she shared some of her history with Rover.