Thrilled out of their little nonexistent heads. "I'm divorced. No kids."

The grandmother let out an involuntary squeak, continuing to mop up her coffee with a soggy paper towel. Joe glanced with longing toward the door and Main Street beyond.

"Voila!" LoriSue moved triumphantly in his direction holding the garage door opener in one set of lacquered fingers and the keys from the other. "The movers came yesterday, so you should be all set, Mr. Mills. And if there's anything else you might need-" She breathed in. "Anything at all-" She breathed out, handing him the items. "Please let me know."

"Thanks. I'm on a tight schedule, so I'll be off. Goodbye, ladies."

He got out of there as fast as possible, thinking that maybe he'd be safe in Minton, Ohio, because if Miguel Guzman's men ever came around sniffing they'd be eaten alive-picked to the bare white bones by a pack of starving females-before they could find him.

***

"His schedule's not the only thing that's tight."

LoriSue pressed her face up against the window while the rest of the Sell-More staff gathered behind her to make a few observations of their own.

"Did you hear that? Divorced. No kids. My legs are kinda shaky."

"He had that earring, though. Do you think he's straight?"

"Lord, yes. I could smell it"

"How old do you think he is?"

"Thirty-five, thirty-six max."

"I don't know-his eyes look much older."

"Maybe, but he has the bod of a twenty-year-old."

"And the booty of a Greek god."

LoriSue pushed away from the window and ran back to her office to retrieve her purse, pager, and cell phone. "I'll be out for the rest of the afternoon!" Her hand hit the front door handle. "I've got to catch up with a friend!"

***

"Quick, Justin. Hand me the Techno-Spy camera."