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file download. A voice broke into the heavy
tension in the room.
    “ Ace reporting. The files saved are the
orders and reports for the next few weeks. Weapons and bio reports
sustained in code, as you requested. The stats of powder and
cryptonite being pushed are also included. Many clients wished to
remain anonymous, and signed their account transfers accordingly.
Your deposits for the orders are recorded here as well. Ace
out.”
    “Oh, shit.” A look of complete horror
crossed her face as she repeated his previous statement. “What are
you involved in?”
    “Jenna, listen. Let me explain.” He held his
hand out and began to move towards her.
    “Stop, don’t move. I'm calling the cops.”
She started to back up, her hand reaching for the phone on the
small table next to her couch.
    “I am a cop,” Jacob blurted out.
    Jenna just looked at him for a second. He
definitely had the body, and the haircut, but she met him in a
strip club. He was stripping! She decided to give him a chance
despite all the evidence against him, just in case this wasn't a
lie. “Prove it.”
    “My badge is in my bag.”
    She followed him at a distance, holding the
cordless phone in front of her like a weapon.
    He fished his badge from his bag, tossing it
to her where she stood at the bedroom door.
    She took it and flipped it open, sighing
with relief that he was legitimate. She tossed it back to him and
he tucked it into his back pocket, quirking an eyebrow when she
lowered the dangerous-looking phone.
    She heard him chuckle, and looked at him
questioningly.
    “You would do better to wield the cat,
instead of the phone.” He laughed, his face transforming into
something less serious, less sinister.
    That’s when she noticed he was covered in
scratches. She sucked in her breath. “I’m sorry. Did Chuckles do
that? He’s never attacked a person before.”
    “Chuckles?! You named that spawn of Satan
Chuckles? He nearly took out my eyes. In my sleep, no less.”
    She started giggling. Then it turned into
full out laughter. And it didn’t stop until her sides hurt and he
was glaring at her for laughing at his expense.
    “I’m truly sorry,” she managed to get out
between snickers. “The most violent I have ever seen him was when
he tore apart the bear. I just can’t believe he would attack you
for no reason.”
    He was almost glad the cat had torn apart
the bear, because it meant he would have to spend more time with
her. But the downside meant that the cat was somewhere in the
house, plotting his next move.
    “C’mon. I think you need to explain over
more coffee, just in case I'm still asleep," Jenna told him.
    She led him to the kitchen, where,
thankfully, the ghastly cat wasn’t waiting in ambush.
    Jenna poured them each a cup of coffee,
letting him put his own sugar and cream into his, watching him fix
a heaping plate of breakfast.
    She sipped on her coffee while she watched
him eat. “So what do we do now?”
    He studied her while he chewed on a piece of
toast. “Well, we could go back to bed and exhaust ourselves until
we fall asleep again and just deal with the problem tomorrow.”
    Her face turned red, and her eyebrows
scrunched up, like she was trying to forbid a thought from entering
her mind.
    “Or, I could go through the files to see
what’s on them, and report in to the station.” He popped a crispy
slice of bacon into his mouth.
    “You aren’t looking at those files without
me,” she said over the rim of her coffee cup.
    He raised an eyebrow, and one side of his
mouth quirked up. “Then there’s always option one- the
bedroom.”
    She raised an eyebrow of her own. “I don’t
think so. We see how much trouble that got me into last night.
Let’s not go that road again. So option two it is, with one small
revision. I look too.”
    “I don’t think so, Jenna," he said, copying
her words. "That stuff is dangerous information. You need to stay
as uninformed as possible so whoever is on top doesn’t know