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“Naw. That would be Gavin.” I took his hand, saying softly, “You’re the man I’m coming back to whenthe job is over.”

“You’d better,” he replied just a quietly.

“Believe me, Lorne, I plan on it.”

* * * *

The job took longer that I’d expected—two weeks longer. In the end, though, I got the information I’d been sent after and planted a couple of spyware programs Gavin had given me onto their computers. They would let Gavin’s agency monitor everything they needed to until they eventually had enough to bring the organization to a screeching halt and arrest the persons involved.

By the time I returned home, Lorne had moved into his apartment and, as he excitedly told me one evening when I called, had found a job.

“It’s retail,” he grumbled, “but that’s better than digging ditches.” He told me where, and what it entailed, then asked, “When are you coming home?”

“With luck, in two days,” I replied. “As soon as Gavin can pull me out without letting them know I wasa ringer.”