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keg of beer from the back of a Budweiser truck. She grabbed her red digital camera and got several shots of Jerry carrying the keg into the restaurant.  Poor Jerry, too disabled to work, but able to lift and carry heavy beer kegs.  Right.  She chuckled to herself and went back to her newspaper.  A couple more photographs and she'd head home.  Not bad for a day's work and it wasn't even noon.
     
    Taking another sip of coffee, she flipped to the local section.  Suddenly her car door ripped open, and a large hand squeezed on her arm.
     
    “Ouch, you’re hurting me.”
     
    "Who are you?”  A livid Jerry Richards leaned in just inches from her face.  “Why are you taking pictures of me?" 
     
    "I don't know what you're talking about.  Let go of my arm."  She tried to pull her arm out of his grip, but he just squeezed harder and pulled her out of the car then pushed her against the side and waved his finger in front of her face.
     
    "Who the hell do you think you are?"  He rammed his index finger into her shoulder, pushing her against the car.
     
    "Sir, please calm down."  Though she was angry he was touching her, she used a soft tone of voice and spoke slowly in an effort to calm him.  "I can see that you are upset about something."
     
    "Damn right I am.  I saw you taking pictures of me.  I saw you!"
     
    "Sir, if you must know, I'm a bird watcher and I was taking a photo of a White-Breasted Nuthatch that is nesting in that tree," she said as she pointed.
     
    "Bullshit!"  He screamed.
     
     
     
    Lane steered his SUV down Kirkwood Avenue en route to Billy James's apartment.  He'd just choked down two sausage and egg McMuffins and was toying with his GPS when he noticed a red sports car that looked just like the one belonging to Frankie Douglas.  He shook his head.  Great.  Just great.   When I sleep, she haunts my dreams, now I'm imagining her while awake.  Why would she be this far from home?  As he got closer, he saw a tall blonde woman being pinned against her car by a guy who looked like he'd been eating way too many donuts.  The woman was gorgeous.  The woman was Frankie. 
     
    He flipped on his emergency lights, squealed his brakes, shifted lanes, and did a U-turn at the next traffic light and raced back.  By the time he slid his SUV behind her red sports car the guy was screaming and hammering her with his index finger.  No freaking way.
     
    He eased out of his car, removed his navy suit jacket, loosened his tie, and moved toward them.  Frankie was talking calmly and seemed to have the situation somewhat in control so he paused when he reached the back of her car.
     
     
     
    "Hand over the camera, bitch!" 
     
    It became obvious to Frankie that her calming methods weren't working and Mr. Jerry Richards was heading to the land of out-of-control. 
     
    "I am not giving you my camera."
     
    Richards pushed her to the ground, then reached into her car, snatched her red digital camera off the passenger seat, and shoved it in his jeans pocket.
     
    Frankie dusted herself off and stood to face him. "Unless you want to get arrested for theft, you'll give my camera back to me."
     
    "Go to hell!"  Richards shouted before he pushed Frankie hard against the car.
     
    Before Lane could move, Frankie grabbed Richards's thumb bending back his wrist until he shrieked with pain.  She jerked Richards's arm behind his back and dropped him to the ground.  Still gripping his arm, she pushed her knee into his back to hold him in place.
     
    Lane eased up next to her dangling a pair of handcuffs on his thumb.  "Need these?"
     
    She grabbed them from him and snapped them around Richards's wrists. "What are you doing here, Lane?"
     
    "I'm on a case and I might ask you the same thing." 
     
    "On an assignment.  Mr. Charming here has been bilking his insurance company for disability for the past three years.  Does he look disabled to you?"
     
    "No, I don't think so.  And I think you can get