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I need new car tabs because I foolishly let mine expire at the end of the year. I could have had Cinnamon do this if I was thinking. Fortunately, Detective Handsome let me off with just a warning ... and dinner.

Starting the New Year right

Jordan’s party was really okay and the oyster stew wasn’t bad either. He hobbled around on his boot cast and Cinnamon was there to support him if he teetered. I think they hooked up last night. They were very cagey when I asked what they ended up doing and Cinnamon was too aloof from Jordan. It wasn’t natural. Something changed.

So, I spent the first part of the party sulking, I admit. I dressed up so carefully and was planning to be my sexiest, most flirtatious self, but seeing the electricity flowing between those two put me off the party spirit. Fortunately, Teri and Geoff were there, so I got to know him a little better and am no longer quite so terrified of him as I was. Okay, he says the whole playboy S&M thing has been a cover, but jeez, he scared me. Seeing him with Teri though, showed me a very tender side. I’m happy for her.

Now I’m getting all weepy because my friends are getting paired off. But that misses the whole point.

Jordan asked a couple law enforcement types to the party whom I hadn’t met before. Kathy Mitchell worked in the same group as Jordan but I’d never seen her come into our office or to any sites where I’ve visited. She wasn’t around when I was at Brenda Barnett’s hearing. She wasn’t at the docks when we went through the cargo container. But she seemed to know absolutely everything that I’ve done and all about me. She said she does a bit of undercover work, but mostly stays out of sight in the office to manage logistics. Wow! Somebody manages Jordan. Who would guess?

I was sitting alone in the living room before the late lunch, drinking a soda and generally feeling sorry for myself when the doorbell rang. With all the noise in the kitchen, I was betting no one else could hear it, so I went to let the new guest in. I opened the door on the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. I mean, Ray paled by comparison. Of course, Ray was fish food. This guy was six-one, 170 pounds, medium length sandy hair, and a physique that was like a Greek statue. Is that all trite enough? I think my mouth kind of dropped open and I forgot to say hello.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Detective Hanson.”

“You certainly are,” I answered.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean certainly you are, or must be a friend of Jordan’s, right?” I’m twenty-seven years old and I was acting like a thirteen-year-old in front of a pop god. Get a grip, girl.

“Yeah. This is the right place, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it sure is. Everyone is in the kitchen. Come on in, Detective.”

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s Tom. I’m getting so used to introducing myself at people’s front door that I forget I don’t have to say ‘detective’ all the time. You’re lucky I didn’t flash the shield at you.”

“That’s okay. I’m getting so used to being arrested it would have seemed natural,” I joked. Oh, God! What a stupid thing to say! “Come in, Tom. I’m Deb.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Deb.” He held out his hand and I got all tingly when I shook it. I have definitely been spending too much time with computers and old people. One look at a nice looking—okay, gorgeous—guy and I’m getting flushed. I decided it was time to get myself, and him, under control.

“Let’s go to the kitchen where everybody else is. Jordan is entertaining everyone by shucking oysters,” I said. He didn’t let go of my hand right away, so I just pulled him along behind me. Where are those handcuffs, anyway? People in the kitchen had started counting down how many oysters were landing in the stew pot. I was counting how many wine bottles were empty so far. People were certainly into it.

“Hey, everybody!” I shouted over the noise. “This is Tom Hanson. Say hi.”

“Hi, Tom,” they responded. “Thirty-one!” Geoff broke away first and came to say hi. Tom had to let go of my hand to shake Geoff’s. I suddenly began to hate Geoff again.

“Tom, it’s good to see you. How’s life as a detective?”

“Still getting used to it, Geoff. Every morning I have to decide what to wear instead of pulling on the blue uniform.”

“Did you just get promoted?” I asked.

“About a month ago,” Tom replied. “They’re scarcely letting me out without a chaperone yet.”

“Don’t let him be too modest,” Jordan said when he finally got around the kitchen island to greet Tom. There were now thirty-six oysters in the stew according to the shouts. “Tom cracked a drug case while he was still in uniform and brought in one of Seattle’s most notorious dealers. The department couldn’t help but promote him. It was long overdue.”

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Why is it that whenever you wake up refreshed, ready to conquer the world, and really get some work done, it turns out to be Sunday and everything is closed? Maizie Day We literally bounced out of bed this morning in the airport motel. Everything was suddenly clear to me. I decided I was not going to be Peg today at all. Cinnamon and I went to 13 Coins for way too much food for breakfast and then headed to my apartment to visit Maizie. I call every day but Mrs. Prior says Maizie has been...

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One good thing about the impending destruction of all privacy rights in our country: It will be hard to blackmail anyone. Our lives will be laid open and bare for all to see. As a person who makes her living uncovering secrets, the destruction of privacy rights spells disaster for my income. Banking I spent extra time Monday morning putting my makeup and clothes together. Taking a day off is always dangerous. I have to remember every detail of who I am and rehearse my role in front of the...

Stocks BlondesChapter 23 Back in the House

I spent the morning watching dirty movies. Is an ‘actress’—paid to do a sex scene in an adult movie—a prostitute? The middle-aged sex worker Cinnamon picked me up Tuesday morning ready to get back to work. She had been grinning all day long and wouldn’t say a word about her weekend. She was very interested, though, to know about my discoveries. She’d boxed everything in Georgia’s bedroom and planned to supervise the first Goodwill pickup in the afternoon. I spent the morning watching...

Stocks BlondesChapter 24 Give me Some Credit Here

Is it “flights of fancy” or “flights of fantasy?” Either way, I’m not going through security in disguise. Visitor The landlady came to visit on Wednesday. “I’ve come over several times,” Susan said, “but you seem to be in and out so much. Never know when you are going to be home. I was so concerned about how you were doing. My, you seem to have packed a lot of boxes.” “One batch has gone out to Goodwill already,” I said. “I’m afraid there isn’t a lot left that we’ll salvage...

Stocks BlondesChapter 25 Follow the Money

It appears my money is making a trip without me. I intend to find out where it’s going. The last time I was in Vegas, I tailed Dag for two days and then had to reveal myself at the SpyCon trade show. He had a heart attack after dinner and hired me the next day. So much has happened since then. I still have a hard time admitting he’s gone and has left me swimming in water so far over my head I can only hope I don’t touch bottom. Vegas, baby I pulled out the Riley Finn identity. I’d be...

Stocks BlondesChapter 26 The Tao of Dangerous Living

When you put your foot upon the path, you are not assured of arriving at your destination. But that you will never arrive is assured if you do not put your foot upon the path. The depths of depravity The suite the hotel upgraded for me was a nice perk. When I got back to change clothes, the bed was turned back and there was not just a mint on my pillow, there was a heart-shaped box of chocolates. Cinnamon was absolutely moaning as I paraded around the room showing her all they had done...

Stocks BlondesChapter 27 Aunt Florsquos Come to Visit

Doesn’t Mother Nature know I have things to do besides lie in bed with peppermint tea and moan? What was she thinking? Apparently my rather risky outburst with Tom could be taken for PMSing. By the time he picked me up for dinner, I was definitely short on good mood. This morning, all I want to do is fix a cup of peppermint tea and go back to bed. No such luck. It doesn’t always hit me this hard, but the combination of stress and nature have definitely taken a toll. Dating and...

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