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times, "There is this, the pole camera that looks down on the ambulance lane."
    I sat and watched as a plain black sedan stopped in front of the ER. The blonde climbed out of the driver's seat and as she went to move to the passenger side, she looked up and made direct eye contact with the camera. Frowning and dropping her head down to tuck it away from the camera. "Pause it! Right here!" I jutted my hand out, frightening Roger mid bite of his third jelly doughnut. He slapped the keypad, pausing the video. I waved excitedly, "Rewind a few seconds to where she steps out of the car."
    Roger did as I asked, and when he paused the footage, I let out a ragged breath. Staring at the face of my savior. "Can you print this up?" I glanced hopefully his way.
    Roger looked at me, "Alex, I could get in a ton of trouble having you down here and accessing the DVR." He glanced at the doughnut in his fingers, then back at me. I smiled as best as I could around my split, swollen lip, "Roger, please? I just want to thank her for saving my life." I nodded to the half empty box of doughnuts. "I will buy a dozen a week for a month straight."
    Roger sighed, hitting the print button, "Don't tell anyone that I did this for you. I could lose my job. And don't you take that to the police, I heard some detective lady was asking about our footage, but was denied until she gets a warrant." He grabbed the piece of paper as it whispered out of the printer, handing it over to me.
    It was still warm and when I looked at her face, I felt shivers run through my hands and up my arms. The paper was warm like her hand had been. Like her voice and her eyes. I smiled looking up at Roger, "My lips are forever sealed." I bent over the side of the wheelchair, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I folded up the screenshot and tucked it in my pocket. I laughed lightly at how much Roger blushed as I rolled the wheelchair out of the security room and back towards the elevator.
    I had to find Stacy and I had to pee. Then I could go home and start looking for the blonde.
    I had to find her and I wasn't exactly sure why.
     

     
    I loved my house.
    My medium sized craftsman house with grey siding with white trim, and the perfect amount of trees and flowers to give it a very cozy feeling. My nice little house sat on a quiet street in a quiet suburb across the harbor from the Naval Academy. My neighbors were quiet older retirees from the Navy, or other branches of the military, and left me alone.
    I had one lovely older couple next door to me, Dale and Mary, who kept an eye on my house, picked up my newspaper and mail if I was out of town for a few days. 
    More often than not, I would end up talking to Dale for hours over the fence on Sunday afternoons discussing lawn fertilizer and how the Navy has changed since he served in the Vietnam War.
    I had Dani immediately run both of them the second I bought the house and moved in. Mary was a retired elementary teacher who was clean as a whistle. Not even a traffic citation or contact with the police, other than bringing cupcakes to the local police department a few times a year to thank them.
    Dale was a retired Navy Captain who was drafted during Vietnam and proudly served his country until he retired five years ago to tinker with his classic '63 Mustang and cultivate his impressive flower garden. Digging into Dale, he was harmless. Never indulged in the intelligence side of the Navy and was also clean as a whistle, if not cleaner than his wife. The two were just living the true American dream, married high school sweethearts who served their community and took the lonely single woman next door under their watchful eye.
    I enjoyed Dale and Mary, they made me feel normal. Or at least they helped me maintain the shell of a normal person. Smiling, waving and helping take the trash cans in for my arthritic neighbors. Then I would retreat into my beloved home, into my den and sit in front of my heavily secured laptop to open