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afternoon so we can start with this. I'll have him served today. Does she know if he is working today?"
     
    Elias asked her, and she nodded, saying, "Tonight—he comes on shift at five."
     
    "Got it," Larry said. "I'll have the restraining order served to him at his desk as soon as he is on shift. Very public and interest-drawing."
     
    "Nice. Thanks."
     
    "Have her bring a dollar for me," Larry chuckled.
     
    "Got it."
     
    Elias hung up the phone, and walked to his room with his cup of coffee.
     
    "Elias?" she called after him. "I know you mean well, but a restraining order is just a piece of paper. It's not going to stop him, and might just piss him off. And doesn't this let him know where I am?"
     
    Elias came back out of his room, putting on his shoulder holster and then sliding his 9mm into the leather. "Yep."
     
    "Yep to what?" she asked, looking at the gun.
     
    "Both. But not really. It will give him an idea of where you are at, but keep you safe as well. Even if you decide to leave today, it will throw some snow on your trail, and keep him in town for at least three days—probably more like two weeks."
     
    "Two weeks?" she laughed, "You don't know Tomas."
     
    "No, you don't know me ." He smiled. "I know my job. Trust me."
     
    "You are a stock investor, Elias!" she whined.
     
    "I'm also a licensed bodyguard with a concealed weapons permit, and twenty men under my discretion. All of which are ex-military, thirteen of those from the military police, just like me. I know what I'm doing. You mentioned that you have money?"
     
    "Yes?" she offered. "How much do I need?"
     
    "Two dollars."
     
    "What?"
     
    "One for me, and one for Larry. That makes us legal, and we can run herd for you to bog him down."
     
    "Really?"
     
    "Once we have it notarized at Larry's office, yes. Also, it will give me the right to shoot him without going to jail, so I would appreciate you doing this much to help yourself at least."
     
    "Alright," she told him, sounding a little worried. "Would you really shoot him?"
     
    "Hope it doesn't come to that. If it does, then I fucked up somewhere big time. But yes, I really would, and I wouldn't lose any sleep over it either. Now, what would you like for breakfast?"
     
    "What was that about my car?"
     
    Elias described the parts she didn't hear.
     
    "Elias, you are just going to piss him off. Cops look out for each other. They really, really do."
     
    "True, and I know this from personal experience. Like I said, I was military police in Afghanistan. But there are a few things cops really hate from their own: one is being a wife beater, and the other is being a stalker. It makes them all look bad. He'll have much less support when it gets around that he is using resources from the force to harass you."
     
    "You really believe that?"
     
    "No, I know that. Belief has nothing to do with it. The only thing worse is a cop who is a rapist, or child molester. Now, breakfast?"
     
    "Do you have to wear the gun now?"
     
    "No, just wanted you to see I had it, and that I mean to use it if necessary. I plan on keeping you safe as long as you are here, and for several weeks after you leave. By the way—I think twenty dollars a day, plus twenty to chip in for food and drinks would be reasonable, don't you?"
     
    "Um, yeah, sure. Isn't that a little bit cheap?"
     
    "I wouldn't charge you anything, but you strike me as a woman who likes to pay her own way, so you would feel better paying something. This way, we can both be happy and save face, and get down to important matters."
     
    "Like what?"
     
    "Like swimming in the pool, sun bathing, work, and breakfast. Did I mention breakfast already?"
     
    She laughed, and he liked the sound of it.
     
    "Yes Elias, you mentioned that. Eggs? Bacon? Juice?"
     
    "Got all three. Put your feet up, and I'll throw something together. How about a cheese omelet?"
     
    "Oh, that sounds perfect," she gushed with a smile.
     
    "There is also a hot tub out back.