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the piled up mail. That person is most likely on vacation.” The idea had come to her suddenly, almost like a memory. She was certain it wasn’t something that ETE 7 had taught her.
    “Jewels, that’s brilliant.” He smiled and started to hug her, but dropped his arms to his sides.
    They left the clothing shop and walked the back way through the town. They didn’t have any luck with the first apartment complex. The next, they’d hit the jackpot… after Reid picked the office lock and accessed all the mailboxes to find one stuffed with ads and bills. Careful, not to be seen by a nosy neighbor, Julianna got them inside the vacated apartment. Reid checked the place out while she stood watch. The renter didn’t have so much as a plant to water. Unless the tenant came back before tomorrow, they should be safe there.
    ***
    Reid was surprised when Julianna had suggested the apartment. And even more surprised he didn’t think of it first. On their very first assignment together, they’d run into some trouble with their mark and took residence in his complex at a vacationing neighbor’s place. Had she remembered? His emotions were getting the better of him, but hen again, with Jewels they always did.
    Julianna stood in front of him while she pulled the band out of her hair, pain registering on her face. She rubbed the back of her head with a frown. “That’s the hair band of death!”
    Reid chuckled as she plopped down on a black suede sofa. He surveyed the place they’d stay for the night. The white walls held cheap contemporary art which mimicked the colorful area rug beneath his feet. A small flat screen T.V. set on an oak stand in the corner of the room. No phone, which wasn’t unheard of these days. He walked down the hall to the only bedroom. No PC. Whoever lived here took any electronics devices with them.
    He walked back into the living room to find it empty. His heart dropped, until he turned to find Julianna in the kitchen rummaging through drawers. He wasn’t sure if she would bail on him, which would only mean bad news for them both.
    She turned as he approached. “Looking for an iPad, tablet, or anything to get us online. Anything in the bedroom?”
    “No. It’s for the best. If we’re not online, they can’t trace us. We should rest while we can.” Besides, he knew of someone that could get them the information they needed.
    She crossed her arms. “I’m not tired.”
    Stubborn as always. “We’ve only had four hours of sleep. At least try. We need our wits about us if we are going to survive.”
    ***
    Julianna woke up to a sizzling noise and the smell of bacon causing her stomach to rumble. As her eyes focused she remembered where she was. On the run. With the enemy. She sauntered into the kitchen to find Reid frying some food. The aroma made her mouth water. His hair was wet; he must have taken a shower. She hadn’t even heard the water. Oh was she slipping. Exhaustion must have won out, letting her finally fall into a deep sleep. With his back turned to her, a memory flashed. A glass bowl filled with green apples set on the countertop inside of a small red kitchen. She narrowed her eyes and held her fingertips to her temples trying to go deeper into the memory, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
    Reid grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and slid a heaping pile of greasy bacon strips onto it. “Found a package in the fridge, not much else except for soda.”
    “Thanks.” She sat down at the small oak table and took a piece of the salty meat.
    He slid in the seat across from her and helped himself to a few strips. “This isn’t the first time I’ve cooked for you. In fact, you loved my cooking.”
    She swallowed. “I don’t believe you.” The flashback of the red kitchen pushed its way back into her head. She shoved another piece of bacon in her mouth and chewed.
    Reid sat down his can of cola. “You really don’t remember do you?”
    Her stomach felt as if she’d