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that’s the most flattering thing anyone has ever said about me.”
    Dave started laughing raucously and Brent whirled around to see Kara smirking at him.  Shit, now she was making jokes with his bartender. Nope, not what he expected from her at all.
    “How about you just give me a ‘girly’ shot for the lady, ok?  Whatever the hell that means.”
    “Sure thing.  Oh, and Brent?”
    “What is it?”
    “Your phone is ringing.  Looks like work.  You may wanna answer that.”
    Brent, who wasn’t usually a fan of being bothered by the sarge when he wasn’t on duty, took the call gratefully.  At this point he would take pretty much anything that got him out of the weird line of fire that was talking to Dave and Kara.  He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like he was walking on a tightrope when he was talking to those two, like he was missing out on the most important part of the conversation.  He nodded briefly in Kara’s direction to make sure she knew which direction he was headed in and took his call outside where, despite being unbelievably noisy, he felt more likely to be able to concentrate.
    “Hey Sarge, what’s up?”
    “I’m not sure yet.  May be something, may be nothing, but we had to take precautions.”
    “Ok.  Wanna elaborate so that we both know what the hell is going on?”
    “Someone broke into Ms. Welsh’s apartment this evening.  They didn’t take anything, not that we can determine at this point, but they destroyed everything in her office and rifled through her computer.  It seems like they were looking for something, although we haven’t determined what.  My guess is that whatever it was, it’s the thing Kara kept them from getting when they offed Mr. Whitney.”
    “Shit.  So they think she was involved with him?  That he trusted her with his sensitive information?”
    “That’s what we’re thinking.  The more we look into Mr. Whitney the more we find about how shady his business operations were.  We know Kara wasn’t involved, but the people who came after Mr. Whitney don’t.  We’ve got to move her, Brent.  I booked a room in the Jane Hotel.  You’re to stay with her, watch over her.  Keep her safe, Williams.  There is no way this girl is getting caught in the crossfire of this whole thing.  You’ve got to keep her safe, ok?  And keep her calm.  The last thing we need is for her to lose her shit and panic.  Think you can manage it?”
    “Sure boss,” Brent said quietly and without any of his typical bravado, “I can do that.  And I’m to stay with her?”
    “You bet your ass.  You’re to stay with her all of the time.  And I mean all of the time.”
    “Ok.  I can do that.  Just stay in touch, ok?”
    Brent slipped his phone back into his pocket with a shaking hand.  He could see Kara from where he stood, laughing with Dave and trying to land peanuts into his open mouth.  It was amazing how, once she lightened up some herself, she was able to get the people around her to lighten up as well.  In all of the years he had known Dave, Brent had never seen him act even half as silly as he was at this moment.  It made her painfully endearing, which only made him feel worse.  How the fuck was he supposed to go over there and ruin her night, go tell her that instead of getting better things were getting worse?  It felt like an impossible thing to do and yet here he was, charged with doing exactly that.  He shook his head and cursed up a storm under his breath before making his way back over to her.
    “What’s up, big important man?”
    “What does that mean?”
    He was trying to make his voice sound lighthearted and had a feeling he was failing miserably.  Dave gave him a sharp look, a knowing look that made Bent squirm.  He shook his head slightly, hoping the outspoken bartender would keep his mouth shut, and sat beside Kara again.
    “I got you a manly shot.  That way I don’t have to take my shot alone and you don’t have to drink