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what we know about those wise guys for the local cops. And I'll bet you both a pan of warm cinnamon
rolls that they were in a hot car and weren't carrying any ID."
He and Mary went back to the spare bedroom he used as an office/library and gym. As soon as
he closed the door Mary came into his arms. She hugged him so tightly that he feared that she might
crack a rib. He knew what she was feeling. There was nothing so stimulating as being shot at and
missed& except perhaps shooting back and not missing. Gradually, she got herself under control. Jantz
eased back from the embrace. He fished a tissue from a box on the computer desk and handed it to her.
She dabbed her eyes and looked up at him.
"I haven't thanked you yet, have I?"
"You don't need to thank me. I was fighting for my own life, too."
"I know, but thank you, anyway."
She reached up and put her arms around his neck and drew his head down, opening her lips to him. It
felt good to be so close, their lips locked together and bodies touching. She felt the familiar stirring in her
groin and wished this were the time and place to see if the arousal she felt would extend to further
heights.
"I should get in car wrecks and gun fights more often, if this is what happens."
"There's more than this any time you want it." She glanced at the closed door and took a
steadying breath. "But right now I guess we better do some work."
Jantz went into the other corner and called Reeves, giving him a description of the attempt on
their lives. After that, he sat down and began cleaning his handgun. Matters appeared to be heating up.
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It was a pleasant evening, leading Jantz to suggest that the three of them walk over to Reeves'
place, and pick up Dee and Julie on the way.
"How do you know Julie will be there?" Dee asked him.
"Elementary, my dear Watson. If I were a Julie, that's where I'd be. Besides, I heard her sneeze
last week."
Mary poked him on the shoulder then took his hand. She tried to figure out his reasoning about
Julie, but finally gave up and just enjoyed the walk. She was wavering between being drawn to him yet
still having the urge to feel a woman's touch. Would Dee mind? Probably. Her spirits fell, then fell some
more when she realized that in the long run it probably wouldn't make a difference. Eventually Jantz
would catch the disease and that would be that. She tried to build an image of what Jantz would be like
as a gay man, but the image refused to form. She just couldn't picture it. Or perhaps, she just didn't want
to.
***
Dee was listening to Julie talk about her work and how the odds of matching DNA profiles,
which criminal lawyers and defense attorneys used so often, like tens of millions or even billions to one,
just wasn't true. Or at least wasn't true when human error was taken into account.
"No matter how careful you are, and no matter how good your quality control, mix-ups happen,
specimens get contaminate, reagents go bad, and so on."
"I guess that's something that isn't publicized, huh?"
Dee had the curtains pulled back and was seated so that she could watch for Jantz's group. They had
agreed to come by her place in case they needed to go over the data before presenting it to Reeves. It
was them she was interested in, rather than the laboratory procedures Julie was prattling on about. She
checked her watch. They were late. If they didn't show soon she and Julie would have to leave without
them. She felt apprehensive, as if the city was on high terrorist alert. She and Julie had just picked up
their purses when she saw Jantz turn the corner, followed by Mary and what must be her friend from
Atlanta. Dee was at the door before he pushed the buzzer.
"Jantz, come in and& what happened to your head?"
He touched the butterfly bandage on his cheek that closed a cut from a piece of glass. "I tried to
see what color bra Mary is wearing and she socked me."
"Liar. I'm not even wearing a bra, so there. Dee, he saved our lives. Some thugs tried to kill us,
and he-" Mary saw the pained expression on Jantz's face and remembered that he wasn't happy to have
killed two men, even though it had been necessary.
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"Let him tell you."
"I'll make him tell me." Dee held out her hand to the other woman. "You must be Mary's friend
from the CDC. I'm Deena Vesprie, and this is Julie Barnes."
"Crystal Jennings."
"It was good of you to come all the way from Atlanta for us," Dee said. What a beautiful woman
Crystal was, with her short, dark blond hair and elfin face fitting with a petite, exquisitely shaped body.
"Apparently it's necessary," Crystal said.
"We were just getting ready to leave when you showed up. Shall we walk or take a car?"
"Let's walk."
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