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Date Posted: 10:27:25 01/13/07 Sat
Author: Brett
Subject: Take a look at my girlfriend
In reply to: Brett 's message, " " on 08:07:21 01/13/07 Sat

Well that need was most definitely not going to be met because as soon as she hung up the phone he was cursing and busting out of the office to get his shoes on and grab his coat. Seconds later, literally less than a minute, he was starting the car and calling for two of the local agents to meet him at the bistro. His girl was levelheaded, not given to panic and if she was nervous as she was than something was going on. He wasn't going to just sit by and let her handle it either. It was ten minutes later - the longest ten minutes of his life but considering it was actually closer to a twenty minute drive it didn't take all that long - that he was double parking in front of the bistro, two dark cars pulling in behind him. With a flash of his badge, he threw open the doors and came in - a picture of powerful masculinity that probably had many a woman in the place immediately fantasizing about him in their bed - and walked right past Dom after looking to make sure she was ok, just a bit pale. His eyes scanned the place and he spotted the back patio door open and the empty table in the packed place. Knowledge hit him like a hammer and he growled, calling out to one of the men who already had his gun drawn. "Check it out. Trails cold by now though, sure of it." To the other man he handed out another set of instructions. "No one and I mean no one leaves here without being questioned." He put his own gun back into the small of his back since he had neglected to grab his holster and stalked over to the table, picking up the napkin that had Luca's elegent scrawl on it. Their both mine. No one takes what's mine, marshal. It was a letter to him, the bastard knew he would come. It took everything in him not to crumple the napkin into a ball as he stood there, his head cocked back as he took a few calming breaths.

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If the daylight feels like it's a long way off -- Dominique, 10:36:58 01/13/07 Sat
- take a look at my girlfriend -- Brett, 10:55:11 01/13/07 Sat