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brother a kiss from me, will you?”
    “Leave the acting to Michael. You suck at it.”
    Gwen chuckled, sent her love, and hung up.
    “Hey, Gwen?” Karen called from the back of the house.
    Gwen followed Karen’s voice and found her staring out the kitchen window.
    “What do you make of that?” Karen pointed in the backyard, beyond their fence. A crane on the street behind them was hoisting a large wooden box over the edge of the house.
    “I’ve no idea.”
    “I know the old owners were foreclosed on. The ‘for sale’ sign went down a couple of weeks ago. I wonder what the new owners are doing.”
    Gwen opened the back door. The sound of a dozen male voices speaking in a minimum of two languages filled the kitchen. Gwen walked through the back door and peered over the fence to the neighbors’ house. The wooden box hung on a large cable that tilted close to the eaves of the house. She held her breath when someone from the other side of the fence shouted for whoever operated the crane to stop. Karen moved to Gwen’s side and stepped up onto a lawn chair to get a better look.
    “Do you see anything?”
    Their small backyard was fenced with a combination of cinder blocks and wood. The fence that separated the two properties stood no more than five feet tall. A few trees helped separate the space, but no matter how you looked at it, the backyard privacy was nonexistent.
    “I think it’s a hot tub.”
    The wooden box swung in midair, the hydraulic hum of the machine holding it hiccupped, and the tub jolted about an inch closer to the house.
    “I hope it doesn’t fall into the roof,” Karen said.
    “I’m guessing that’s what everyone over there is worried about, too.”
    Neither of them could stop watching the swinging box until the crane set it safely on the ground.
    “What are we doing down here? Your room is the perfect place to watch,” Karen said.
    Gwen moved back into the house. “Suit yourself.” Watching the neighbors, especially colorful ones, was a nice source of entertainment, but Gwen hadn’t seen any men in their neighbors’ yard worth gawking over.
    After a short time spying, Karen returned to their joint office and sat at her desk. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
    Gwen was scanning the entertainment section of an online magazine, searching for information on her newest client. “No, what’s that?”
    “Mrs. Sweeny is going to smell up the block.”
    Gwen pinched her eyes shut. Their neighbor, Mrs. Sweeny, greeted all neighbors and newlyweds with a batch of her completely unpalatable pasta and clam sauce. The smell alone would make the hungriest dog sprint in the opposite direction. Even the cats.
    “We’ll be sure and close the house up tight and keep the air running as soon as we scent the first boiling noodle.”
    “If all she did was boil noodles, no one would complain.”
    “True.” Gwen noticed a picture of Michael on the arm of another actress. Each time she found him he was with someone new. “I spoke with Samantha. She’s checking out Michael’s background.”
    Karen swiveled in her chair, giving Gwen her full attention.
    “I somehow doubt she’d find much of anything we don’t already know about the man.”
    “Or what we assume about him,” Gwen added.
    “Do you know where he lives?”
    “Moved to Beverly Hills about a year ago. Before that he had a home in Hollywood Hills.” All of that was on public record.
    “Secluded?”
    “You know how most of those homes are in Beverly Hills…completely unseen from the street. Unless the owner wants to flash and flaunt.”
    “My guess is Michael wouldn’t want his home life flashed.” Karen shrugged. “I can live with that.”
    Gwen regarded her friend. “I’d think you’d enjoy some privacy. Between the cameras and noisy neighbors, we don’t have much here.”
    “I like being around people.”
    Karen volunteered at a local Boys and Girls Club and probably spent half her income on disadvantaged