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walked through and checked everything she had already arranged. Her gun and knife were in the night stand. The pepper spray was in the pocket of her new jacket. She would have normally put it in her purse, but Pedro told her she couldn’t be carrying a purse. He had taken hers from the house last night. He didn’t let her go back for anything. She missed his company already.
     
    Alex looked out the window a few times. This was a really quiet neighborhood, mostly elderly couples. It was mid-September so the trees were still covered in leaves, and the flowers were still in bloom. The woman across the street was bent over her flowerbed, a pile of weeds by her side. An older man in a bright yellow, Hawaiian looking shirt was mowing the front lawn a few houses farther down.
     
    The windows must be old. They seemed very thick and solid. They were covered with thick, heavy curtains. The curtains looked hand-made and old. They were a deep crimson that matched the pillows on the cream colored couch. There was an old over-stuffed chair near the fire place that was white with crimson stripes. It looked like a very comfortable place to read. Across the room, near the front door, there were built-in book shelves, fully stocked with books. She was surprised she didn’t notice it earlier.
     
    Alex started scanning titles. Most of the books were old novels, War and Peace, Moby Dick, Ann of Green Gables, but one shelf was devoted entirely to romance. Okay, may be this won’t be so bad.
     
    She began looking through the books, none of them were familiar. Alex read mostly the newer ones. These must be older, like everything in this house. Probably belonged to Pedro’s mother. What was her name? She began opening to the front pages . Well, I write my name in the front of my books, so maybe…
     
    Sure enough, in the front of the fourth book she looked in, was the name Lucille. Alex’s mind wandered back to the night she met Lucy Portman. And Tom. He had been so kind. Lucy called him as soon as she got to the ER. Tom had her sign a form allowing him access to her charts, and allowing the ER staff to talk to him. Tom handled the police that had been called to report spousal abuse. This was not the first time her husband beat her up, not her first time in the ER, but Tom assured her it would be her last. Alex gave him her number when he asked for it. She still remembered the smile he gave her. He seemed almost shy.
     
    Thomas Monroe was a handsome man and extremely well groomed. He was over six foot tall, just barely. He had dark blonde hair, a beautiful smile that went all the way to his dark brown eyes, and a sweet disposition.
     
    Alex finished her shift and went to her locker to gather her things and head for home. She checked her cell phone like she always did. She was surprised to see a message there. She never had messages. The only people she talked to were on her shift at work. The message on her voice mail was from Tom.
     
    She expected him to call with questions about Lucy. Instead, he was asking her to dinner. Tonight. She checked her watch. He must have called from the parking lot. The message was timed just a few minutes after he left Lucy in the ER.
     
    Lucy told her, after Tom left, that he was a very nice guy, not your typical lawyer type. Lucy told Alex he was doing her divorce for free. Lucy’s sister recommended him after the last time her husband put her in the ER. Lucy said that she had gone to see him, but her husband called to apologize and said it would never happen again.
     
    Tom didn’t leave until he was sure she would be staying in the hospital. He told Lucy to call him if she was to be discharged before he returned tomorrow morning. Lucy nodded. Tom told her she would not be going home, and he would send an associate to her house for some of her things. Alex knew now, he had sent Pedro.
     
    Alex hit the number to return this call on her cell phone. Tom answered on the first ring and said “Hello,