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killer?”
     
    Mac shook his head and took a very deep breath. Maybe it’s the pain medicine. “He smiled at me. He had no remorse. His eyes were cold. He knew I would die, and he seemed to enjoy the thought.”
     
    “I saw them. They walked right past me.” Alex shivered. “They gave me the creeps. Then I heard something…well…you, and forgot about them.”
     
    “What if they would have come back?”
     
    “I was carrying a gun. My husband taught me how to use it.” Alex felt almost sick at the thought of ever having to use it. It must have shown on her face because Mac was looking concerned.
     
    Mac thought about what Pedro had said. “Alex,” Mac said quietly, “not everybody is good. If it comes down to your life or someone else’s, it is not the same as just pulling out a gun and shooting an innocent person. “
     
    “I know. I just don’t ever want it to come down to that.” She had whisper it.
     
    Mac nodded his understanding. “Okay, what have you got to eat around here?” Mac pulled open the fridge.
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    A little while later, after he had eaten a sandwich and cleaned up some, Mac found Alex sitting in the chair in the living room. He went and looked out the front window, just barely moving the curtain. “You should be safe here. Pedro has a top of the line security system and apparently bullet-proof windows all through the house. Talk about paranoid.”
     
    “Does he have a reason to be paranoid?” Alex asked.
     
    “Yes.” Mac said cryptically, while still looking out the window.
     
    “Why?”
     
    “He can tell you himself. He’s here.” Mac looked back, Alex looked tired and worried. And sad. His heart hurt for her. Pedro said Alex and her husband had been happy. He wished he could see her smile.
     
     
     
    Pedro came in the side door and disarmed and re-armed the alarm. Alex stayed in the living room. Mac went to the kitchen to meet Pedro. Alex heard some hushed talking, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She could tell by their tones that they were both worried.
     
    Pedro walked into the living room and over to the chair, placing a fatherly kiss on the top of her head. “Mac said you had some questions.”
     
    Mac came in and sat on the couch, while Pedro sat close to Alex on the ottoman. Pedro looked tired, Alex noticed, but started with “Do you know who killed Tom yet?”
     
    “No. If the senator’s in on it, he’s a very good actor. He actually sounded upset when he got the news. Of course that doesn’t mean anything. Tom didn’t mention any threats to you, did he?”
     
    “No. He never told me much about his work. Attorney-Client privilege and all.” Alex waived her hand in the air. “Everybody loved him as far as I know. If he told anybody anything, it would have been you.”
     
    “I know, but he didn’t mention anything recently. He’s received a few threats from client’s spouses, but I think that was pretty benign. The last one he told me about was before you two met, I guess. I think it was Lucy’s husband.”
     
    Alex wondered why Tom had not told her about that. “Is Lucy okay?”
     
    “Yes. I called to check on her this morning. She and her sister are at a rent house under her sister’s name. They should be safe. She is supposed to call me if something comes up.”
     
    Alex was usually pretty tactful, but tonight she didn’t feel like that would serve her purpose. “Who did you work for before you started doing PI stuff?”
     
    Pedro looked down. She could tell he was having an internal debate about whether or not to tell her. Then he shook his head and said, “The FBI.”
     
    Alex should have tried to look surprised. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulders and said “Tom told me he thought you had to be an ex-agent or something. Why did you leave the FBI?”
     
    “I was involved in a very bad case, investigating some very bad men here in Atlanta. My partner, Jimmy and I were in