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another street, one much less crowded, curious to see if the men were going to keep

following her.



They were. She hadn't seen their faces, just caught their scents as they swung

around to follow her onPark Street . They smelled like desperation and stale coffee

grounds. She was well dressed, and probably looked prosperous to them. Prime

pickings.



She turned again, this time down a deserted alley. If the two would-be robbers

thought they were keeping her from supper, they were out of their teeny, tiny minds.

She could easily outrun them, but that would mean kicking off her high heels. The

stupid pinchy shoes cost almost thirty bucks! She wasn't leaving them in aBoston alley.

If push came to shove, she'd bounce her stalkers off the bricks. Possibly more than once, the mood she
was in.

"Halt, gentlemen."



Janet jumped. There was a man standing at the end of the alley, and she hadn't

known he was there until he spoke up. She hadn't smelled him, even though he was

upwind. When was the last time that had happened?



He was tall—over six feet—and well built, for someone who wasn't pack. His

shoulders were broad and he definitely had the look of a man used to working with his

hands. He had blond hair the color of wheat, and his eyes—even from fifteen feet away

she could see their vivid color—wereMediterranean blue. He was wearing all black—
dress slacks, a shirt open at the throat, a duster that went almost all the way to his heels.