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“Oh, yes. That, too.”
    T he doorbell rang at exactly eleven on Wednesday morning. Sarah opened the door to see an average man of average height, brown eyes, brown hair, average build, who appeared to be around the same age as Marty—thirty. There was nothing outstanding about his appearance. He looked like the average guy in average guy clothes. Only his eyes showed something different, something extraordinary within. They were intense and observant, always moving, always appraising. Eyes that would miss nothing. Those eyes now darted quickly over the beautiful model and then moved on to appraise the inside of their house.
    Sarah smiled to herself as she motioned him to enter. This man would do just fine , she told herself as she led him into her study.
    After his silent assessment of her room, he broke the silence with a quiet voice. “So, Mrs. Beck, who do you want me to blow away?”
    At her startled, white-faced gasp, he chuckled, revealing even, white teeth. “Sorry. Just a little private investigator humor,” he smiled.
    “Very little,” Sarah replied dryly as her heartbeat returned to normal. “I just want this Leslie person checked out to see whether or not she's harmless. Here are all the letters we have received,” handing him copies of the letters. “In three weeks my son and I leave for Japan….”
    “You will actually be gone for at least five weeks,” he broke in, studying her face. “During that time Mr. Beck will be filming a new movie and probably signing for another. Did I miss anything?”
    Sarah did another appraisal and smiled back. “You do your work well, Mr. Fields.”
    “Call me Wayne and don't try flattering me. I read the trade papers like everyone else. Plus, Marty filled me in on a little of the details. I'd like some time to read these,” Wayne told her, indicating the letters.
    “Now?” She had stood to show him to the door.
    “You want me to leave? I was told I would have two hours.”
    “Oh. I thought you would take the copies and read them later.”
    Wayne shrugged. “Once I read them, if there are any specifics you want to go over, then would be the time.”
    “Oh,” she repeated. This was all new territory for her. “I see. Would you like some coffee, Wayne?”
    He settled back on her white leather sofa. “Naw. I'm fine. Give me an hour.” She was dismissed.
    In thirty minutes Wayne was through with the letters. He combined what he had read with what Marty had told him. Grinning as he strolled along the white paneled walls of her study, he looked over the pictures of Sarah that filled the wall. This would be the easiest fee he had ever collected. How long should he drag it out? Two weeks? Three? Or should he have to send her reports over to Japan? Yeah, that would be a nice touch.
    Wayne Field was making notations of the copies of the letters when Sarah knocked. She looked anxious and determined.
    “Well?” she demanded as she sat behind her desk, trying to take back control of the situation. “Do you see now why I want to hire you?”
    Wayne smiled to himself. “Yes, I know exactly why you want to hire me. Are you prepared for what I might uncover?” he queried, leaning forward, hands on his knees. “Have you considered what steps you might have to take?”
    Sarah nodded. “You mean legal steps like police protection or restraining orders?”
    This Leslie was already tried and condemned in Sarah's mind, Wayne thought. Three weeks , he decided. “That could be necessary in the most severe scenario. But the possibility exists that my investigation will reveal nothing of dangerous intent. Have you considered that?”
    Sarah now looked annoyed. “I assumed you read the letters and weren't in here taking a nap. Am I the only one who can see this problem?” she demanded. “If you don't want the job, Mr. Fields, I'm sure there is another investigator who would.”
    “Oh, I'll take the assignment, Mrs. Beck,” he countered as their relationship became all