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enemies, Fallon. They just don’t always know it.”
    “Always the optimist, Toles,” he said.
    “Yeah well…comes with the territory.”
    “What about you?” He asked.
    Alex looked toward the kitchen. “Seems pretty normal here. I don’t know yet. Jury’s out.”
    “On what? You suspect the wife?” Alex paused. For some reason Fallon referring to Cassidy as ‘the wife’ bothered her. “Toles…you there?”
    “No…I mean yes, I’m here…no I don’t suspect Mrs. O’Brien… but I do wonder who the target is.”
    “Maybe there is NO target, Toles.”
    Alex gave an uncomfortable chuckle as she headed back toward the kitchen and saw Cassidy working on dinner and reprimanding Dylan again. She watched at a distance as Cassidy laid down her knife, wiped her hands on a towel and calmly but deliberately walked to the boy and removed the truck from his hands. “That is enough, Dylan. Go to your room for a little while and play until you can calm down.” Alex suppressed a laugh as the boy stood and pouted at his mother. Cassidy was unflinching, “Think again, little man…get marching.”
    “Toles? What the hell?”
    “Sorry,” Alex couldn’t help but snicker as the boy stomped past her in the hallway, briefly looking up at the agent to convey his six year old dissatisfaction with his mother. “There is, Fallon…I feel it.” She started to head into the kitchen when Cassidy noticed her and she cut off the conversation abruptly. “It’s fine… I’ll see you Saturday…talk to you then.” Alex hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket.
    “Everything okay?” Cassidy asked.
    “Sure…just my partner,” Alex explained. “You need some help?”
    Rose smiled from the kitchen table. “Be careful what you offer her,” she cautioned.
    “Nice,” Cassidy laughed turning back to Alex. “No. You traveled all day and you are a guest. Perhaps Joan Rivers here can show you where your room is,” she glared playfully at her mother.
    “Oh…whatever… don’t listen to her,” Rose laughed. “Though you probably won’t have much choice,” she whispered to the agent just loud enough that her daughter could hear. “You’ll be lucky to get a word in edge wise with that one.”
    “I heard that,” Cassidy said returning to her dinner preparation.
    “Ears like a bat, that one,” Rose offered quietly as they headed out of the kitchen.
    “That too,” Cassidy called playfully. Alex followed Rose up the stairs to the bedroom that had been readied for her arrival.
    “Do you really think someone is trying to hurt Chris… or Cassie?” Rose asked as Alex stepped into the spacious room.
    Alex gave the woman a comforting smile. “I hope not,” she said.
    “That’s not very convincing,” the older woman said.
    Alex sighed. “Well, I would rather be careful and hopeful then hopeful and careless.”
    “Huh.” Rose released a sigh. “Well, I’m glad you are here.” Alex smiled. “Don’t you have a bag?”
    “Oh…yeah…it’s in the car… I’ll get it later. Might rouse less attention when it is dark.”
    “I see,” Rose said. “Well, the bathroom is right there if you want to freshen up. I’m sure Cassie will have dinner ready soon.”
    Alex smiled, “thank you.” Rose left and closed the door and Alex immediately collapsed back onto the queen size bed. She rubbed her hands over her face and thought about the letters. Something was keeping her unsettled, a gut feeling, one she had experienced before. For some reason, though, being here with this woman, it seemed to be affecting her emotionally. She feared the congressman might not be the target. She pulled herself up, stretched out her back and winced at the twinge of pain running the length of her body. Stretching gently, she walked to the bathroom to splash some cold water onher face. She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. “Concentrate, Toles.”
    Heading back down the hallway she watched the small boy slide down the