Monday, October 12, 2009



Chuck looked down at his phone. It was a text message from Dara. He smiled because she had been on his mind throughout most of the day. He slid the phone back in its case. As much as he wanted to hear from her, it would have to wait. He and Danica were minutes away from making an arrest.
Danica nudged his arm. Her eyes were bright and alert. “You ready? Let’s go.”
They walked through the massive lobby to the ballroom entrance. Several armed guards blocked each doorway.
“This is a private party.” His deep voice went well with the muscles bulging underneath his close fitted shirt. “How may I assist you?”

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