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A slight smile came over Thompson s face and he seemed to relax a little. Yeah.
That kind of different.
Al nodded. So you still aren t going to tell me what Tammy and Kurt were doing
for your group that might make them targets for kidnapping?
Thompson s smile disappeared. He shrugged. There s nothing to tell.
Al simply shook his head. Okay. I just thought it polite to ask. We ll find out
eventually.
You d be better off minding your own business.
Ah but that s the problem. It s the lady s sister and her business is my business.
The slight smile returned. Well then, good luck to you.
Lifting one of the boxes out of the trunk, Thompson stepped back and took a long
appreciative look at Al s car. Now that is a nice piece of machinery. What is it, a 68?
Al smiled and launched into what up until yesterday had been his favorite topic,
his vintage GTO. Now, he had to admit, Babe had displaced his car in his affections. But
he still loved his car and Babe needed the time to check out the back office.
Close, he began. It s a 1969 Pontiac GTO. I found it in one of those used car lots
out in the valley about six years ago&
* * * * *
Barbara watched the men talking through the window and turned to examine the
now empty room around her. Al knew she could bench press at least two hundred
pounds. Those boxes weighed next to nothing as far as she was concerned.
But this gave her a chance to look around while Al kept Thompson busy.
Quickly she moved into the back room, which seemed to be used mostly for storage
although there was a small workbench set up with laboratory equipment in one corner.
There were record books that would take time to search as would the file cabinets and
the fairly modern computer on the desk. They d need more time than she had now.
She checked how difficult it would be to break back inside later on. There wasn t
any kind of alarm system and while the lock on the front door seemed reasonably
substantial the one on the back door leading to the alley was rudimentary at best. She
should have no problem getting it open later.
With her shifter-enhanced hearing Barbara heard the trunk door slam shut and
made it back to the front before the two men came in, lugging the boxes of flyers. They
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seemed to be on pretty good terms when they came through the door, clearly having
done a little male bonding over something. The car, she suspected, given that they were
still talking about valves and timing as they came through the door.
Al stacked the box on top of Thompson s by the front desk. I guess we ll be going.
Barbara pulled out one of her business cards and handed it to Thompson. That s
my cell phone number. Call me if you hear from Tammy& or if there s anything else
you can think of.
Reluctantly Thompson took the card. I m sure you ll see her before I do but I ll
keep it on hand. He stuck it on the bulletin board on the wall behind him.
On the way to the car, Barbara looked at Al. So did you learn anything? she asked
quietly.
Not much more than I knew already. Except that your sister s boyfriend has a
name Kurt Murphy.
Murphy. Barbara mused the name over. Unusual name. I m not sure I ve ever
heard of a shifter named Murphy.
Al gave her a sidelong glance. There aren t many of them around.
Irish?
Probably at least in part. But Thompson says he s an okay guy. Al hesitated then
put his big hands on her shoulders. Listen, maybe we should rethink this. I think that
there could be danger in going after your sister.
Barbara couldn t have been more surprised. You want to back off and leave
Tammy in the hands of whoever took her?
I didn t say that. But at the very least we need to be careful.
Sudden anger took hold of her. If you don t want to help me then you don t have
to. I can do it on my own.
Al gave her a brief shake. That s not at all what I m saying.
I have to help her.
He looked frustrated. Not at the risk of your life. Look, it isn t your fault she got
grabbed.
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A slight smile came over Thompson s face and he seemed to relax a little. Yeah.
That kind of different.
Al nodded. So you still aren t going to tell me what Tammy and Kurt were doing
for your group that might make them targets for kidnapping?
Thompson s smile disappeared. He shrugged. There s nothing to tell.
Al simply shook his head. Okay. I just thought it polite to ask. We ll find out
eventually.
You d be better off minding your own business.
Ah but that s the problem. It s the lady s sister and her business is my business.
The slight smile returned. Well then, good luck to you.
Lifting one of the boxes out of the trunk, Thompson stepped back and took a long
appreciative look at Al s car. Now that is a nice piece of machinery. What is it, a 68?
Al smiled and launched into what up until yesterday had been his favorite topic,
his vintage GTO. Now, he had to admit, Babe had displaced his car in his affections. But
he still loved his car and Babe needed the time to check out the back office.
Close, he began. It s a 1969 Pontiac GTO. I found it in one of those used car lots
out in the valley about six years ago&
* * * * *
Barbara watched the men talking through the window and turned to examine the
now empty room around her. Al knew she could bench press at least two hundred
pounds. Those boxes weighed next to nothing as far as she was concerned.
But this gave her a chance to look around while Al kept Thompson busy.
Quickly she moved into the back room, which seemed to be used mostly for storage
although there was a small workbench set up with laboratory equipment in one corner.
There were record books that would take time to search as would the file cabinets and
the fairly modern computer on the desk. They d need more time than she had now.
She checked how difficult it would be to break back inside later on. There wasn t
any kind of alarm system and while the lock on the front door seemed reasonably
substantial the one on the back door leading to the alley was rudimentary at best. She
should have no problem getting it open later.
With her shifter-enhanced hearing Barbara heard the trunk door slam shut and
made it back to the front before the two men came in, lugging the boxes of flyers. They
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seemed to be on pretty good terms when they came through the door, clearly having
done a little male bonding over something. The car, she suspected, given that they were
still talking about valves and timing as they came through the door.
Al stacked the box on top of Thompson s by the front desk. I guess we ll be going.
Barbara pulled out one of her business cards and handed it to Thompson. That s
my cell phone number. Call me if you hear from Tammy& or if there s anything else
you can think of.
Reluctantly Thompson took the card. I m sure you ll see her before I do but I ll
keep it on hand. He stuck it on the bulletin board on the wall behind him.
On the way to the car, Barbara looked at Al. So did you learn anything? she asked
quietly.
Not much more than I knew already. Except that your sister s boyfriend has a
name Kurt Murphy.
Murphy. Barbara mused the name over. Unusual name. I m not sure I ve ever
heard of a shifter named Murphy.
Al gave her a sidelong glance. There aren t many of them around.
Irish?
Probably at least in part. But Thompson says he s an okay guy. Al hesitated then
put his big hands on her shoulders. Listen, maybe we should rethink this. I think that
there could be danger in going after your sister.
Barbara couldn t have been more surprised. You want to back off and leave
Tammy in the hands of whoever took her?
I didn t say that. But at the very least we need to be careful.
Sudden anger took hold of her. If you don t want to help me then you don t have
to. I can do it on my own.
Al gave her a brief shake. That s not at all what I m saying.
I have to help her.
He looked frustrated. Not at the risk of your life. Look, it isn t your fault she got
grabbed.
Maybe if I d followed her that night I could have prevented it. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]