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suspicious. But nothing that appears criminal."
    " Collier's PA says he'll work on the situation. But she's not supposed to have access to the house unsupervised."
    " So, do we add babysitting services to our cost estimate?"
    The women hushed when Erin Parker breezed past them and strode down the hall.
    "Appears the kitchen is her next destination." Meg offered a crooked smile.
    " We need to start building our game plan in there anyway." Kate shrugged. "Let's go, Wonder Woman."
    " Right behind you, Batgirl."
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
    Box Organization As You Go
    Every person in the house needs their own color for ease in sorting personal belongings later. That works great for individual areas, but things get trickier for areas utilized by the whole family. Especially when the house or the family are larger than average. Some people give each room its own color, too, when boxing up items for a move, but that can make it difficult to find and quantify so many different colored labels. Instead, number the boxes in big block figures for each room using a unique sequence. For example, kitchens usually need to be unpacked the quickest, so label each box that contains kitchen items with 100-series numbers from 101 to 199. The bathroom can be 200-series, and so on for every room. For example, the first box filled for the kitchen is 101, then 102, 103…
     
    The non-living areas can start with alpha letters, like G01 for the garage, P01 for the porch, etc.
     
    Also, for boxes that must be unpacked first, seal the edges with red duct tape, instead of regular packing tape, so the boxes will be easy to spot when you reach your new home.
     
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    The next fifteen minutes or so went better than Kate originally feared. Meg covered the pantry, mud room, and scoped out the garage, determining whether any additional packing material was needed for those spaces. Kate kept an eye on the roving real estate agent and made notes about the kitchen. Lots of appliances and plenty of glassware abounded, so a whole host of specialty packing.
    The kitchen held court in the sunny southwestern corner of the house , and Kate felt like it almost smiled whenever she stepped inside. Bright and light, with its carved wood cabinetry fronted by glass and brass, the open design with hidden built-in appliances flowed into the great room like a well-composed poem. She recognized the style as the same kind of hybrid contemporary craftsman-esque she'd nearly swooned over at her first footstep into the house. Kate moved over to one of the glass enclosures, running a hand over the gorgeous hand-turned curves and lines, and marveled at the graceful expansiveness the design provided. And like the great room, it shared the same floor to ceiling windows along the south wall. Passive solar warmth invaded the space and warmed her soul.
    When they 'd arrived, Kate found the view shielded by caramel-colored rolled blinds which probably cost as much as she would make on this job. She reminded herself to lower the shades again before they left.
    Somewhere around the twenty or twenty-one minute mark after the agent arrived, the explosion occurred. Timothy had obviously gotten Blaine Collier 's attention.
    " Erin! What the hell are you doing here? Where are you?" Collier appeared in the foyer and spotted them in the kitchen. He stormed into the room.
    Meg raced in from the garage, but Kate put up a hand to stop her before she could stumble into the middle of the fracas. She was out of direct sight of the pair but could watch what went on. Kate took a slow step back to distance herself and reached for the cell phone in her pocket. Just in case.
    Erin lowered her phone and shoved her laser tool into her handbag. She pasted on what looked like a patented fake smile, all teeth and no enthusiasm, and moved closer, extending a hand to shake. "Blaine, so good to see you again."
    Collier had his jacket open, the sides pushed and held back by hands at his waist. The man always reminded