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over it. “I want security at each of the warehouses, and the buildings cleared. See about getting hold of the police for some dogs to sniff out explosives.”
    “We’re talking about five holding bays and three warehouses?”
    “I’m aware of that, so get on it. I’m heading out to the warehouses.”
    “Mr. Clairbourne.” As he turned to leave with Laslow, his soft-spoken name called him back.
    The gentle face, like before, was void of all make-up except for a soft shade of off-red lipstick which made her lips look full and kissable. Her face was turned up to him, urging him to want to do just that − kiss her.
    “Will you-” Her words faltered.
    Coming forward, he crouched in front of her taking her hands in his. “Don’t worry, it will be all right.” The words came out followed by the prayer that they would be true.
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    “It’s all clear, Mr. Clairbourne. They just finished the sweep. It’s clean. You can let your people back in.”
    Britton shoved his hands back through his hair in frustration. His first instinct was to ask if they were certain, but he knew they’d been thorough. They had combed the buildings with dogs. There was no trace of a bomb. It was the same at all the warehouses, but it did nothing to alleviate the uneasy feeling within him.
    “Thank you, Captain.” He shook the man’s hand. There’d still be forms to fill out and other paper work, but he would handle that later.
    “Okay, Michael, you can get them back to work.” Britt watched silently as the last police car pulled away, then moved through the huge open doors of the docking bay.
    Steepling his index fingers together, he tapped them to his lips as he looked over the warehouse. It still didn’t feel right. There were too many places to hide a bomb from the massive metal shelves stacked with crates to the high girded ceiling. He didn’t like it. The thought of his workers being in danger, or the thought of someone after what he had worked so hard to build. And he especially didn’t like the thought of being toyed with. There was no doubt that was what the lunatic was doing. Britt cut back the urge to curse.
    Above, the overhead crane rumbled to life, swinging along the girders forty feet in the air, before lowering to snag a waiting crate. It was funny how in just a matter of minutes, everything seemed back to normal.
    “Mr. Clairbourne.” Laslow’s gravelly voice sounded behind him. He turned to the man and waited for the security chief to approach.
    “I just left docking bay four. Everything’s cleared there. Since it was the location of the first attack, they checked it close, not even a dust ball. Talking to the captain, so far they’ve found nothing helpful. The bomb was basic. It could have been made by anyone with a little know how and the Internet. Not much chance to trace, but they’re staying on it. As for today’s threat,” Laslow paused. “It’s likely he just wants to see us squirm.”
    Behind them, there was a sharp grinding sound. Britt turned with Laslow, eyes going to the ceiling. The first pop echoed through the building, followed closely by the second, giving everyone in the area just enough time to dive for cover as the last crack came, and the crate swinging overhead plunged forty feet to the concrete floor.
    Silence and dust settled, as the men in the bay began to move.
    “Is everyone all right?” Michael, the foreman, rushed out of the office.
    “Yeah,” Britton’s confirmation was echoed by five other men. Everyone moved to the crushed debris that a moment earlier had been state of the art electronic equipment.
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    Rachelle knew she was foolish. She should never have waited around to hear what happened. Now, she’d missed both of the buses she normally took. Which meant neither Harold nor Mr. Jenkins would be there to call to her, so she would know the right bus. Worse, she really didn’t find out anything except there was an incident at one of the warehouses, but it was hush,