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 Well, I can't let the Captain find out, which means
that Dell can't find out. I can't show favoritism toward you,
which is very hard considering that a few hours ago you gave
me the best blowjob I've ever had.
She reached forward and wrapped her hand around
his index finger.  I'm glad you liked it.
 I didn't like it, I loved it, he admitted clearing his
throat.
Her eyes followed the contour of his body toward the
sound of his vibrating cellular phone. He watched her eyes
and she knew he certainly liked her eyes on him.  McCord.
Oh yeah, she's right here with me. Yes, sir, he said, his
voice deepening with respect.
 Well, we were going out to grab a bite to eat.
McCord said, looking to Marisa then pointing toward her
shoes.
 Yes sir, I understand. He gritted his teeth.
She widened her eyes and promptly began the task of
lacing her shoes.
He spoke into the phone.  I'll let her know that she
has house guests until Monday.
Her heart leapt, wondering if he was that guest. If he
was staying, she needed to change the sheets on the extra
bed, or did she? A naughty expression crept across her face;
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if it were up to her he could just snuggle into her bed.
She rose as he walked toward the door looking back at
her. How long was he going to keep this secret, whatever it
was?  Who was that?
 My Captain, He pulled the door open and looked
down the hall before he motioned her out.  He called in a
favor and has a new guard for you who comes on duty
Monday.
 Who?
 Joyce Shelton. She works with S.W.A.T right now.
She's married to another member of the team. She s a hell
of a cop. McCord explained, obviously satisfied with the
Captain's choice of replacement of Connie Brick.
 So, what happens until Monday? Am I stuck at the
police station again? She asked wrapping her arms around
his arm.  Or are you my weekend house guest?
 I could never get that lucky. You're stuck with me
and a female uniform. He stopped briefly and looked at her.
 Another female from your station? She asked with a
certain amount of justified doubt in her voice.  You aren't
trustworthy alone? Detective McCord, surely you wouldn't
think of compromising a witness.
He pulled open the front door of the complex and
stepped out first, taking special care to evaluate the
surroundings and every individual he saw there.  Let's just
say that the Captain feels like I might need a chaperone.
She climbed into his unmarked car and waited for him
to get inside.  I can't imagine that someone would think that
about you.
 I'm sure you can't. His gaze swept over her body in
one smooth quick motion.  If he'd waited five more minutes
to call he would ve been too late.
 Oh, promises, promises.
He rubbed his hand over the five o'clock shadow on
his chin.  I'll get my chance. And when I do, you'll know
what kind of demon you've released.
 I only have one extra bed, she flirted.  But of course
we'd have plenty of room if two people slept in my bed.
 We'll make do. He spoke up, touching the end of her
nose with his index finger.
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Six
Marisa had thought her situation couldn't have gotten
any worse when she had witnessed a serial killer and was
then forced to share her personal space with Connie Brick.
She learned the hard way that she was wrong. In fact, things
had suddenly gotten so much more worse that she wasn't
sure that the Knights of the Round Table could have kept her
safe.
Things had gone smoothly after meeting her new
female guard, Joyce Shelton. It had only taken a short time
for Marisa and Joyce to become quick friends. In fact, Joyce's
husband, Rick, soon became a familiar face around the
apartment. Marisa was okay with that for more than one
reason. First and foremost, it was easy to see that Marisa
was safer with two S.W.A.T. team members in her home.
Second, Rick wasn't hard on the eyes and she'd told Joyce
so.
Tony Hammond, also easy to look at, made a hooker
look innocent. Tony talked about a new woman, every day.
Liquorish was what he called them, and Marisa often
wondered if it was the taste of the candy or the
pronunciation that led Tony to categorize all women as such.
 She's coming back over tonight. Tony rubbed his
hands together as the flower shop door opened.  The only
flat surface left is the washing machine.
Marisa blushed and turned her attention to the
gentleman who'd entered the store.  Good morning, how can
I help you today?
The tall, lanky, gray haired man glanced toward Tony
then turned back to Marisa.  I'm looking for Katherine M.
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Potts. His voice hinted at curiosity.
Marisa looked at Tony then back to the customer.
 Katherine Potts? Her heart raced. There was no reason
anyone in the greater San Diego area would know the name
Katherine M. Potts. She'd resigned to use her middle name
while in grammar school, and other than a few close friends
and the DMV, no one else knew her real name.
Tony rose to his feet and Marisa was sure he'd seen
the concern on her face. He moved closer.  And you are?
The man looked at Tony again.  I'm Kimble Justice
with The Globe. I'm hoping to secure an interview with Ms.
Potts.
 Interview? Tony tilted his head slightly in question.
 Yes sir, according to my sources, the owner of this
shop, Katherine M. Potts, is the undisclosed witness in the
serial killer case.
Tony looked surprised. Marisa, however, stood silent
and hoped like hell that she had a good poker face.  Sounds
like someone is playing games with you, Mr. Justice.
 It came from a reliable source, Justice adjusted his
sliver rimmed glasses on his face.
 Well I'm a reliable source, too, and I'm telling you
that the only thing you re going to get here is a hard way to
go. Tony finally snapped and tapped both palms on the
counter.  Now get the hell out of here and if I see a word of
this in the papers, I'll be looking for you personally.
 Are you threatening me? Justice asked as he closed
his notebook and stuffed it back into the pocket of his shirt.
Tony stepped around the counter and into Kimble
Justice's personal space,  No, I'm absolutely promising you
that if I see this in the paper, I'll be on you like green on
grass. Is that clear?
Justice locked his eyes on Tony and after a few
seconds, he backed slowly away.
Marisa wasn't sure if she should sigh with relief or run
out the door with her arms flailing. Tony walked one step
behind the reporter until he was out the door. Abruptly, he
turned from the door and snatched his cellular phone from
the case like he'd just witnessed a bank robbery.
 McCord, we've got trouble, Tony said, his voice on
edge.
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Marisa waited a few seconds and Tony spoke again.
 A reporter named Justice was just here. He's from
The Globe, and says his sources tell him that the owner of
this shop is an undisclosed witness in the serial killer case.
Marisa took a deep breath. Even with Tony ten feet
away she'd heard McCord's reply loud and clear.  Damn it!
Tony looked at her, and he was probably reading the
fear on her face like an open book. She wanted some good
news, but she assumed the way Tony walked out onto the
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