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mind.”

      “I know. Humor me.”

      His smile warmed her cheeks enough that she backed off and let him pay. Freya stayed at the rear of the cart as they both bent to unload it. Zoe was concentrating so completely on Sean, it took her a few seconds to notice the dog’s low growl. She grabbed his arm to still him and froze, herself.

      His response was immediate, his voice raspy. “What?”

      “The dog. Look.”

      Instead of facing them, tongue lolling and tail wagging, Freya had turned so that her back was to Patrick and the adults. She was staring past the next person in line and focusing on one of the aisles.

      Zoe rested the heel of her hand on her holster and straightened. “You finish checking out while I go see what’s wrong.”

      “No.”

      The command was so forceful, so packed with emotion, she stopped. He was right. If the dog was sensing danger and had put her back to them, then she was reacting to an unseen threat inside the store. As an off-duty police officer, it was still Zoe’s duty to protect and serve. Should she protect her friends and serve the community by calling the station and reporting a possible problem? Maybe. The trouble was, without any visible threat she’d be out of line to do so. Nevertheless, she made the call.

      Staying on full alert, Zoe kept her eye on her dog and the other shoppers while Sean loaded the bags in their cart and paid the cashier.

      “Ready to go,” he said behind her.

      “Okay. You lead the way. Look for anybody from your past or things that seem unusual. I’ll bring up the rear.”

      “It was dark when I was attacked in my apartment. I didn’t get a good look at either of those guys.”

      “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “You know how to judge body language from being in combat. This isn’t a lot different.”

      She heard him sigh before he said, “Yeah, providing I don’t see an innocent person and read more into their posture than is really there.”

      “Better safe than sorry.” As soon as the automatic door slid closed behind them she moved to shield the boy despite the fact that Freya had settled down.

      Sean noticed. “Looks like the dog is okay now.”

      “Yes. The threat was apparently inside. Go ahead and load Patrick and the food into the car while I stand guard. We’ll leave as soon as a local unit arrives.”

      “How soon will that be?”

      “Hopefully, not long.” She used her cell phone again, then told him, “ETA less than five.”

      “Why didn’t you radio?”

      “Because I’m not actually on duty now.” Waving to an approaching patrol car she stepped away. “Here they are. Be right back.”

      * * *

      Sean watched her jog across the parking lot to speak with the other officers. He’d managed to quell unreasonable fear inside the store and was feeling even less jittery now that they were out. Patrick was already in the backseat, as was the working dog. Some of the plastic grocery bags were piled on the floor while others shared the bench seat with the child and the K-9. Sean was surprised to see Freya sitting quietly instead of wiggling as before and stepping on perishables.

      “Ah, you’re still in uniform, aren’t you,” he muttered. “Of course. You think you’re on duty.”

      At first, he assumed the dog’s ensuing reaction was to his voice. She slowly rose, growling and bristling. The effect of her hair standing up made her look twice as big. And dangerous. But she wasn’t looking at him. Or at his son. Again, she was focused beyond them.

      “Zoe!” Sean shouted.

      She whirled, her hand hovering over her holster. “What?”

      Sean turned to follow the dog’s line of sight. A beefy man wearing a dark vest was walking past in the distance. He could have been anybody. There was no reason for concern. Or was there?

      By the time Zoe rejoined him at her car, the stranger had climbed into a dusty red pickup.

      She touched Sean’s arm. “Did you recognize somebody?”

      “No.” Frowning, he kept watching as the truck pulled away. “It was your dog again. She really doesn’t like that guy in the dirty truck.”

      “She may have picked up the scent of gunpowder or drugs coming from him. Whatever is wrong, I’d trust her opinion over that of almost any human.”

      “Okay.” Still peering at the truck, Sean caught his breath and reached for Zoe’s arm. “Look!”

      “What? What do you see that I don’t?”

      “The passenger,” Sean gasped. “His arm. On the open window. It looks like it’s in a cast!”

      “Why would...?”

      “Because I hit one of my attackers with Patrick’s baseball bat. Remember?”

      “You told me you fought them off. You never mentioned a bat.” She was already running back to direct the patrol car. Those officers jumped into their unit and started in pursuit.

      “Do you think they’ll catch them?” Sean called as she returned.

      A solemn shake of her head was all the answer he got. All he needed. Given the delay starting the pursuit, chances were not good.

      “Sorry,” Sean said. “I shouldn’t have put Patrick in the car. I just thought it would be safer.”

      “It was. It is. I wouldn’t have chased after them in a private vehicle, anyway. It’s dangerous enough with red lights and sirens.”

      He nodded.

      “Believe it or not, we don’t usually go around acting wild like the cops on TV and in the movies. I have yet to take a class on how to jump onto the top of a speeding car and disarm the suspects inside.”

      “No?” Despite the recent fright, he couldn’t help smiling slightly at the mental picture. “That’s too bad. I’d have liked to watch.”

      “Then rent a DVD. I’m not doing any leaping.”

      “Not even to entertain Patrick?”

      “No, but I do have some ideas for him. If we get you into a class soon, I can recommend a local day care. The police chief’s daughter goes there, so you know it’s very safe.”

      Sean had to take a deep breath before trying to answer. “I never thought about having to leave him. I figured he could stay with me. He’ll behave. I know he will. Particularly if he gets to watch dogs.”

      “And not be allowed to play with them? I doubt it,” Zoe said. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still have to convince Ellen Foxcroft to put you in her program.”

      “You’re right. One thing at a time,” Sean said. “Let’s go home.”

      “And keep an eye out for that red truck on the way.”

      “Oh, yeah.” He had already buckled up and was braced to keep watch, front and rear.

      Had the would-be assassins really tracked him here? Were they that clever? Was he that careless? He hadn’t thought so, but it was beginning to look as if the danger he’d wanted to escape was still with him.

      If only he knew why somebody wanted him dead. Knowing why might point him to who and he’d know what to do next. There had to be something. There had to be. He needed to survive for Patrick’s sake. Surely God wouldn’t punish an innocent child for the mistakes of his parents.

      If he still believed in the power of prayer, he might reach out. Beg for protection for his son. However, he had prayed repeatedly

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