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rejuvenate. When we come back, we’re ready to start designing for the next season. We decided when we started that we were going to run the company and not let the company run us.”
    â€œSounds like a sensible plan. Must be good people.”
    â€œThe best. Like I said, they’re my family.”
    The waitress arrived with their food, smiled at Dev, then hurried over to the next table. Lark wrapped her hands around the burger, which oozed ketchup onto her plate.
    â€œSo you have some very good friends.” He tossed a French fry into his mouth. “No husband, though.”
    She swallowed the bite she had taken. “How did you…? The internet, right?”
    He picked up his burger. “No wedding ring. Nothing on the internet, either. How about a boyfriend?” He knew he shouldn’t be asking but the question just wouldn’t stay locked in his mouth.
    â€œNot at the moment.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    She cast him a glance. “I guess I haven’t met anyone interesting.”
    Their eyes held for a moment. He hadn’t met anyone interesting, either. Not since Amy. That had been nearly three years ago. A lapse in judgment that had ended in disaster.
    The reminder had him straightening in his seat, digging into the cheeseburger with more gusto than he actually felt. They ate in silence, though several times he felt Lark’s bright green gaze assessing him.
    When they finished, she pushed her plate away and sat up in the booth. “Time to earn your money, Mr. Detective.”
    â€œPast time.” He left cash for the check and the tip on the table as the waitress walked up, a slightly less harried smile on her face. Dev winked. “Thanks, Myra.” The name on her badge.
    â€œYou’re welcome, honey. Come back anytime.”
    Lark was grinning, he noticed as they walked out the door. “One of your girlfriends?”
    He laughed. “Not interesting enough.” Though after Amy, that hadn’t really mattered. He hadn’t cared about anything but getting laid and having fun.
    It had never occurred to him that kind of fun might actually get boring.
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    â€œThink the manager will be home?” Lark asked as Dev drove toward the address Chaz had given him in Mesa.
    â€œThey take care of the units. Good chance they’ll be there.”
    A knock on the manager’s door proved they were. An older, retired couple, the woman wide-hipped, the man string-bean thin. They came to the door together and spoke through the screen they kept closed.
    â€œMay we help you?”
    â€œWe’re looking for a couple who rented from you a while back. They moved out a little over a year ago. We’re hoping you might be able to help us find them.”
    â€œMartha and Evan Olcott,” Lark added. “They ran an adoption agency in the area.”
    The old man grunted. “We remember them. Lived in unit fourteen. Left here in the middle of the night. Owed us two months rent when they took off.”
    Lark exchanged a glance with Dev.
    â€œAny idea where they went?” he asked.
    The thin man eyed them with suspicion. “Why? They owe you money, too?”
    â€œNo, but there are people who’d like us to find them.”
    Dev pulled out his Raines Security Company card and held it up in front of the door. Mrs. Reynolds slipped out a chubby hand and hauled it back into the house, letting the screen door fall into place. She studied the business card and seemed to relax a little.
    â€œI’m sorry, Mr. Raines, but we have no idea where the Olcotts went.”
    â€œSeemed like such nice people,” Mr. Reynolds grumbled. “Sure had us fooled.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t by any chance have the rental application they submitted when they moved in?” Dev asked.
    Mrs. Reynolds brightened. “We surely do.”
    Her husband opened the screen door, inviting them into the living room. “Me and Sarah, we keep