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“Your gut has never let you down before.”

“Yeah, but there’s a first time for everything, I suppose. It seems that Melbourne has had a lot of deposits lately. I couldn’t find any finances for Dowling—which is strange.”

“That is strange.”

“Coby, if Joyce asked you to quit…would you?”

Coby’s eyebrows rose. “In a heartbeat…why?”

“Vanessa stopped by recently and I’m wondering—”

“No. That didn’t work out because she wasn’t the right woman for you. She’s beautiful but a real bitch and you know it.”

Micah shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, I do.”

He pushed to his feet.

“I’ll see you soon. Keep in touch with me on anything you find. I’ll check in when I can.”

“Be careful, Micah.” Coby stood, stuck his hand out to him and Micah shook it.

Turning on his heel, he walked out of the office and took the elevator down to the parking garage. After climbing into his car, he fired it up and drove toward home. On the way, he called Patsy to let her know he was on his way, so he wouldn’t scare her when he entered the house.

“Bring home Chinese, please,” she said.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t be a smartass, Agent Turner.”

“What’d I say?”

“You know exactly what you said. Thatyes ma’amshit doesn’t get it with me. Makes me feel old.”

“Trust me, darlin’, you don’tfeelold.” He grinned when she burst out laughing. “I’ll be there as soon as I can…with Chinese.”

“Good. Get a little bit of everything. Bye Agent Turner.”

“Bye pixie.” He hung up and stuffed his cell into his pocket then drove to his favorite Chinese restaurant shop.

When he entered the house, she wasn’t in the living room. He set the food down on the kitchen table then walked down the hallway toward the bedrooms.

“Patsy?”

“I’ll be right out,” she called from her bedroom.

“All right. I’m going to change then we can eat.”

“Sure.”

Frowning, Micah stared at her door then moved on to his bedroom. He opened thedrawer to his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants then grabbed a T-shirt. He stripped out of his suit then pulled on the sweats and shirt. Walking out of his bedroom, he noticed her door was still closed. He knocked on it.

“Patsy? Are you coming out? The food is getting cold.”

The door opened, and she stood there staring at him. He could tell she’d been crying.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

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