I also learned how cute she looked with a dab of paint on the tip of her delicate nose. As hard as we worked during the day that was just how hard we played in the shower and after dinner in bed. The week was broken up briefly by a phone call from Julia Adams. She asked if I wanted to be a part of the surveillance team at the drug buy between Parker’s roommate and Jeremy Haynes. It sounded like a good idea, but I turned her down almost immediately. “We had a bit of a run-in at a coffee shop here a few weeks ago. I’m afraid that if he saw me your entire sting would be compromised.” She did agree and told me that she would keep me up to speed on the investigation. I thought everything was going well several weeks later—roughly a week before I would compilation take over as Chief—so I used a morning when Lucy had an appointment at the beauty salon to drive to the county seat to transfer my license and registration from North Carolina to Tennessee. I had all of the identification required by the state and I had studied the DMV manual online, even taking several of the practice exams. I was in my Marshal uniform as Max and I entered the building. An official called out from behind me that I couldn’t cumshot carry a gun into a state government building, nor could I take my dog. His arguments died black in his throat when I turned around and he had the chance to read the front of my shirt. I had worn my uniform at Jonathan Bascomb’s suggestion. Latina “You’ll get much faster service in uniform than in regular clothes, that’s for sure.” He was right; no sooner had I approached the information desk than one of the managers asked how he could help me. Five minutes later I had my new license plate and another five after that I was taking the exam. All in all, driving to and back had taken much more time than the actual work in the DMV. I was driving along Main Street in Bascomb’s Landing and looking for a parking space when I saw something that made my blood run cold. On the sidewalk about fifty feet in front of me, Donald Craig had a pistol in his right hand and Lucy’s arm in his left. He was pulling her out the salon door and she was fighting all the way. I stopped suddenly right in the lane causing the man behind me to sound his horn. I always used my personal SUV for work so I put the flashers on and climbed out in a rush to the tailgate. I grabbed my vest and had it velcroed onto my body in seconds. I’d practiced this probably hundreds if not thousands of times. I was yelling for everyone to get off the sidewalk as I walked quickly toward Craig. “Don’t come any closer,” he screamed. “I’ll shoot her. I swear I will and keep your damn dog back. I swear…I’ll kill both of them!” I approached slowly with Max at heel, knowing that he’d likely attack Craig and get himself shot in the process. I stamped my right foot as I stepped forward, then again as I stepped sideways. I gave Lucy a look that said “DUH” and a few seconds later she showed recognition as she stomped down hard on Craig’s foot. By then I was in position, my pistol held up with two hands in firing position. Lucy was wearing shoes with three-inch heels. They weren’t stilettos, but they did taper to about a half-inch diameter. They would create a force of more than 300 pounds per square inch which was sure to get his attention. He screamed in pain and his grip on Lucy relaxed enough for her to break away. Thinking quickly, she moved down and to her left away from Craig and out of my line of fire. The loud report of my .44 Magnum broke the silence of the calm morning as soon as I had seen Donald ebony Craig raise his weapon and point it toward Lucy. I had aimed for his shoulder and at this distance—less than twenty feet—I didn’t miss. 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