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Chapter 59

"Dom?" Mindenhall yawned and stretched. The two of them sat in Craig's living room. Glibspet had one end of the couch, while Craig stretched out on his back with his head cradled in Glibspet's lap. On the television, Andy was taking Opie fishing while the famous theme song whistled its way along.

Glibspet stirred. He didn't really need sleep, but there was something almost hypnotic about the whole scene. "Yeah?" he said finally, and tousled Mindenhall's hair.

"Why are we looking for this woman?" Craig stretched lazily and rolled over on his side. "The other cases come and go, but this one goes on and on."

"I don't know," Glibspet admitted. "This one is the boss's; the last one he stuck me with before taking up poodle ranching." He wished he were poodle ranching—it would be a great job, but the market was saturated. "It was one of the conditions for his agreeing to let me buy him out." He shrugged. "I don't know why he, or whoever he was working for, cares, or even knew she was out there."

Mindenhall raised himself up on an elbow. "Well, I checked the phone books, and the city directory," he said. "If she's living around here, she's unlisted. And there are lots of hi-tech companies in the Triangle to wade through."

"But we have a name now," Glibspet said, "and we know she's a fairly public persona." He grabbed Mindenhall's arm and pulled him up into his lap. "This thing is all but over." Glibspet kissed him. "Trust me," he said. Mindenhall's breathing quickened. He kissed back, and wrapped his arms around Glibspet.

"Always, Dom," he murmured. "Always." The couch creaked as they sank down together.

"Nip it?" Andy asked from the screen. "In the bud," Barney confirmed. Glibspet hit the mute.

 

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