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heard from Bill?"
    Hawkman shook his head. “No, not yet. If I don't hear from him tomorrow, I'll call again.” He strolled over to the sliding glass door. “I better check on Pretty Girl and make sure the cat didn't give her a fright."
    Jennifer laughed. “Right."
    The falcon seemed in no distress while Hawkman filled her water and food dishes. She flapped her wings and scolded him. “I know, I know, you want to go hunting. I promise this weekend I'll take you out if all goes well. Just don't let the little lioness looking out the window scare you. She's harmless.” The hawk tilted her head as if to say, are you kidding. That little twerp would hardly be a mouthful.
    Hawkman snickered as he made his way back into the house. “I don't think Pretty Girl is very disturbed about the little tiger.” He closed the drapes on both the windows, then headed back to his office. “I'm going to do a little work before dinner."
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    Jennifer watched as he ambled down the hallway. She knew in her heart, he feared for their safety, otherwise, he wouldn't have come home so early. The kitten strolled over and gave a pleading look. She picked her up, and placed the animal in her lap. The cat began batting at Jennifer's hands as she typed on the keyboard.
    "Now, look, you little mess, you're causing me to make mistakes. I certainly can't concentrate with you fiddling around.” She held up the ball of fur, and looked into her face. “You're so curious and have such pretty blue eyes. I've got to think of a name for you soon.” She placed the kitten on the extra chair she always kept by the computer. “Why don't you take a nap and be a good kitty while I do a little work."
    The cat soon jumped to the floor and tread regally toward her master's office. Jennifer grinned to herself, knowing the feline would eventually wind Hawkman around her little paw. He'd proved to be a real softy when it came to animals, regardless of how gruff he sounded on the outside.
    She could hardly stand the suspense of what might happen, so she quietly rose and tiptoed down the hallway. The door stood partially open and Jennifer heard Hawkman talking.
    "Now you little scalawag, what the heck do you want? You're about the nosiest little critter I've ever seen. What are you after anyway? If you're not careful, you're going to get stuck."
    Jennifer assumed he'd risen when she heard the squeak from the chair he'd never got around to oiling.
    "Oh my, wait until we show your mistress what you discovered.” He opened the door and almost jumped out of his skin. “Good grief, woman, you do know how to startle a man."
    "When the kitten headed for your room, I just had to spy and see what she'd do."
    "She's turning out to be quite a little detective.” He held up the gold bracelet Jennifer had lost a couple of weeks ago.
    Her eyes lit up as she took it from his hand. “Where'd she find it?"
    "She obviously spotted the shiny object in the crack between the gun vault and the printer cabinet. She kept reaching back there and finally brought it forward."
    Jennifer clasped the jewelry around her wrist, reached down and gave the kitten a pat. “Thank you, my little investigator, I thought I'd lost it forever."
    The cat looked up and gave a soft mew, contentment written all over her face.
    At that moment, the whole house shook from a loud bang and the sound of broken glass echoed through the air. When the lights flickered and went out, Hawkman grabbed Jennifer's shoulders, then pushed her deeper into the room. “Stay in here."

CHAPTER SIX
    Hawkman quickly drew his gun from the shoulder holster. Using the furniture as cover, he crept toward the living room. Jennifer unzipped her fanny pack, gripped her Beretta, and crouched behind the large oak desk.
    He could see the drapes blowing in the breeze from the broken window, but saw no one inside. Leaning against the wall, his weapon poised, he continued around the corner and edged toward the front entry. The power failure