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set before she headed for the restroom because, once she got there, she needed to be ready to carry it out. It wasn’t exactly lab tested, and she didn’t like doing anything half-assed, but it was the best plan she could come up with at moment’s notice.
    “Hey! Are you keeping an imaginary leash on me, or can I take a bathroom break?”
    He was leaning back on the hood of his truck, but his eyes hadn’t left her for a second as she walked. Although the pistol she’d seen earlier was nowhere in sight, everything about him screamed awareness. She had no doubt he could have it in his hand and be pulling the trigger within the blink of an eye.
    He shrugged and pushed off the truck. “Come on, then.”
    She headed for the public restroom, a good distance away from the truck, with him following close behind. She was well aware of every measured step he took and knew he was ready in case she bolted. He had the advantage of longer legs, and she suspected that he was in better physical shape than she was. But even so, the fact remained that she wasn’t going to be running off with a full bladder. First things first.
    He followed her into the restroom, checking out the stalls before he let her into one. “Be quick.” He stood back and motioned her toward the nearest one. It was the only one without a window, not that the window would have done her any good. Tiny, with steel-laced security glass, they looked very much as if they’d been painted into position years ago. “Don’t lock the door,” he added, turning away.
    Damn it. He was thorough and cautious; she had to give him that. She had prayed there was a window, but not to worry, she had another plan. She just hoped he wouldn’t catch on to it before she could complete it. “You’re going to stand right there while I do my thing?” she asked, outraged. “What about a little privacy?”
    “I’m a big boy. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen countless times before,” he said in a bored tone, leaning against the opposite wall just out of her line of sight.
    “Well, you’re not seeing mine . Not if I’ve got something to say about it,” she muttered as she got into the stall and slammed the door behind her. As she went about her business, she brought the scenario in her head into play.
    The restroom was small, and he stood right outside the cubicle. Luckily for her, though, there was no way he could see her feet under the door, which was critical if she was going to pull this off. Quickly and quietly concluding her business, she took off her coat, careful that she didn’t rustle the fabric too much, and removed her ID. The badge went behind the bowl and under the tank where it was sure to be found by a janitor. At the least, it would help the cops know that she’d been here.
    Next, she removed the tank cover, biting her lip as the lid scraped against the tank, and fiddled with the floater and flush cap. A few mechanical adjustments and she slid the cover back into place. Then she was ready. Flexing her fingers and stretching her arms, she hoped to God that, with what she was about to do, those ballet lessons would pay off.
    Bloody hell, what sort of bladder capacity did this woman have? Day leaned against the wall, thumbs looped loosely in his jeans pockets, and waited for her to finish. The flush of the toilet went on and on, a steady stream instead of an actual flush. What was she doing? Holding the handle down to cover the sound of her actually pissing or something?
    He shook his head, surprised at her being shy over something like that when she’d been so ballsy about everything else. Women. He’d never understand them. He waited another minute, just to be on the safe side, and then cleared his throat. “You done in there?”
    There was silence. Apart from the flushing, of course.
    “Gavilan? Don’t tell me you’re asleep on there,” he warned, making sure his boots made a noise against the tiles to warn her he was near the door. He