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. There s both the license plate numbers.I keep a good watch on the neighborhood, seeing ashow I m always here. She indicated her chair in front of the window.Craig couldn t wait to be off.He wanted to run the second plate through a computer right away. Thank you Mrs McKinley, you don t know how much you ve helped us. Emma murmured her thanks and they headed to the door. You re welcome.You just make sure that handsome young man comes home soon.I ve missedseeing him. She winked at them, making Emma look up suspiciously.She looked at Mrs.McKinley sview out the window.Jerry s kitchen and bedroom window were clearly visible from Mrs.McKinley s chair.Emma tried to catch Craig s eye.He wouldn t look at her though.His face was setin a broad smile and Emma thought he already knew what she was thinking.They made it down the walk and into the car before collapsing into laughter. Jerry s got a secretadmirer, Craig said. I wonder if he ever closes his bedroom curtains? Emma giggled, thinking about Jerry s paradeof girlfriends through that house - well, at least until the last year when he had met Sara.Thinking ofSara sobered her instantly.Emma was horribly afraid Sara had mixed Jerry up in somethingdangerous.Craig stopped laughing too. Let s get to HQ and see what comes up on these license plates. On the way there, Craig called his contact at the Westwood Harbor Police department again.Hehung up after a short conversation. He still hasn t been arrested here.He must have taken my adviceand gone somewhere.Too bad he didn t tell me where. At he and Hawk s headquarters, Craig punched the license numbers into the computer.The firstone came up as registered to the Westwood Harbor Police Department.The second one was a rentalcar. Come on, we re going to the rental car company to see who rented that car, he told Emma. If Ican show them my badge we will get information a lot quicker than if I try to call. It could be a deadend, but at this point it was the only lead they had.***Craig examined the driver s license the Avis employee gave him.He didn t recognize the face or the name. Can I get a photocopy of this? he asked, holding the card back out to her. Sure, the sleek, young woman smiled at Craig just a moment too long and made sure her fingersbrushed his when she took the license.Emma folded her arms on the counter and watched this withinterest and a little irritation.Craig winked at her.He probably hadn t even noticed.Did the womannot see the wedding ring on his finger? If she did, she didn t care.Emma shook her head.She wasgoing to have to get used to this, being married to a man as good-looking as Craig.And don t even gether started on the badge bunnies.Emma had been appalled to find out there was a subset of women inthis country whose sole purpose in life was to sleep with as many cops or law enforcement agenciesas possible.Emma took a deep breath.She wasn t a jealous person.And she wasn t going to startnow just because she was married to the hottest man on the planet.She knew he would never think ofcheating.He just wasn t wired that way.She caught his eye and smiled at him.He smiled back andtipped her another wink.The woman returned with the copy.She batted her too-long, probably-fake eyelashes at Craig andtossed her stick-straight hair. When was the vehicle returned? Craig asked. Let me check the computer. The woman s fingers flew over the keyboard in front of her.Emma held her breath, peeking over Craig s shoulder at the driver s license.Greg Fuller fromAtlanta, Georgia.He looked mean - his neck was too big for his head and he wasn t smiling. Oh, the young woman said, sounding surprised. It wasn t returned.We reported it stolenyesterday. Do you have a phone number for the renter? Yes, here I ll write it down for you Agent Masterson. She took the photocopy back and wrote aphone number on it, her heavily lined eyes never leaving Craig s face.Suddenly Emma felt likewinding her body around Craig s and shoving her tongue down his throat, right here.Marking herterritory.She restrained herself - barely. Thanks, Craig said.He slipped her his card. If he returns the car, call me right away, wouldyou? She smiled and touched her tongue to her top lip. Of course. Emma bit back an urge to punch her in the eye.She backed up from the counter, a little surprisedat her anger.She was going to have to get a hold of herself.This surely wouldn t be the last timesome bubble headed beauty flirted with her husband.Her husband.The thought made her smile anddeflated some of her anger.Craig stepped away from the counter too.She took his hand and walked totheir car.She imagined she could feel the eyes of the counter cutie on Craig s backside, but sheignored it.When they climbed in the car Emma turned to him. What now? Now we run a check on this name.Hopefully that will point us in some direction. OK. Emma sighed.Her anxiousness was returning full force, no longer held in check byactivity.She was so worried about Jerry she could cry.Craig pulled out of the parking lot and handedher his cell phone.Do you mind calling Hawk? He s in the air but you could leave a message on hisphone, give him the name and tell him to run it through the criminal database. Sure. Emma did as he asked, happy for something to do.As she was hanging up the phone rangin her hands. Hello? she answered. Um yeah, can I talk to Agent Masterson please? Emma recognized the voice of the woman fromthe car rental place and handed the phone to Craig a look of disbelief in her eyes. Lo? Craig said.He listened, then nodded as if the woman on the other end could see him. Where exactly? he asked. Great, thanks so much! Did they say anything about the car, what it looked like or what was in it? He listened and said OK, thanks again. He handed the phone backto Emma.She could hear the woman on the other end saying her goodbyes.Emma pushed the end callbutton with satisfaction. The car was found yesterday abandoned.She didn t know what the code in the computer meantbut her co-worker told her.That s why she called.The police found it in Las Vegas. Lights bloomed in Emma s mind.She turned in her seat. Las Vegas? Jerry loves Las Vegas.Hehad reservations there in a few weeks. Craig nodded vehemently. Yeah, I ll bet that s where he went when I told him to take a vacation.Feel like a road trip? Emma nodded. Our bags are already packed. She gestured into the back seat where theirluggage from Hawaii was sitting. OK. Craig looked around at traffic, then did a screeching U-turn back the way they had come.Emma held on.He pulled over to the side and hit his hazard lights. Do you mind driving for a bit?I ll make some phone calls and see what we can figure out before we get there. OK
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