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“I’ve always wanted to write,” she said, sitting down beside him.  She reached out and ran her fingers through his soft hair.  As she did, he leaned his head gently back into her hand and let out a soft groan.  “I could write murder mystery novels about a psychic detective who solves cases without telling anyone about her abilities.”
    “So you would just write about yourself?” he asked.
    “I’m not a psychic,” she stated firmly.  “And I couldn’t actually write about any of the cases I’ve worked.”
    “It’s a shame,” he said, letting his eyes close.  “Parts of your life seem to be made for a good fiction series.  You’ve got the drama and suspense that most people wouldn’t even be able to dream up.”
    She slid her hand gently down his back as she lay down beside him.  She had just rested her cheek against his arm when her phone rang from across the room.  With a frustrated grunt, she pushed up to answer it.
    “Who is it?” Ben asked.
    Rilynne reached for her phone.  “It’s Wilcome,” she said.  His name on the screen left her with an unsettling feeling.  He knew they were on their honeymoon; he wouldn’t call unless something had happened.  If Ben had the same concern, he didn’t show it as he closed his eyes and let his head fall deep into the pillow.
    “Hello?” she said timidly as she pulled the phone up to her ear.
    “Has the concept of a honeymoon escaped you?”  Detective Wilcome’s deep, scratchy voice was lighter than she had expected.  The note of humor in it erased her ill feelings and replaced them with curiosity.
    “News travels fast, does it?” she chuckled.  Ben looked up at her curiously, but she responded with a simple shake of the head.  “Or are you just keeping tabs on us?”
    “Given the fact that you seem to attract trouble, that probably wouldn’t be a bad idea,” he said.  “But no.  Actually, I was pretty shocked when I received a call from the locals.  I thought for sure that you managed to get yourself tied up in something.  I guess I wasn’t completely wrong.”
    Rilynne dropped down in the corner chair and pulled her knees up to her chest.  “I don’t attract trouble,” she said.  Ben let out an audible laugh.  She rolled her eyes and continued.  “And it’s not like I was on the lookout for something like this.  Besides, Ben was the one who insisted on going scuba diving.”
    “Well, the locals called to check the two of you out.  I assured her that you were among my best,” he stated.  “You have the resources of our department available if you need them.  Do try to spend some time actually enjoying your honeymoon, though.  Consider that an order.”
    “Will do,” she said, her eyes moving back to Ben.  She couldn’t help but grin.  “And thanks.”
    Rilynne felt the familiar rush of excitement as she sat her phone done on the table and climbed back onto the bed next to Ben.  If Wilcome had been called, she knew that the sergeant must be considering allowing them to assist with the investigation.  Knowing that Ben would rather just get on with their vacation, she tried to hide it.  She wasn’t successful.  He let out a resigned groan, but didn’t say a word.  Instead, he reached up and ran his fingers gently along her back, sending a warm shiver through her body.  She was just about to lie down next to him when a knock echoed through the small house.  Ben just groaned and buried his head deeper into the pillow.
    When Rilynne crossed through the sitting room and pulled the door open, she found the young boy from the station standing in front of her.  He looked older in the brightness of the day.  She hadn’t thought he could be more than thirteen before.  Now as he stood there, a full foot taller than herself, he looked closer to twenty.
    “Sergeant Perez asked me to escort you back to the station,” he said.  There was a timidness in his voice that wasn’t completely unsurprising.  It