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Center as chief of surgery in the facial reconstruction side of the center. When there was lag time, he was performing facelifts on underprivileged children. The job was just fine with him; the money was too lucrative to turn down.
                   He was able to afford his dream car, a Bentley Continental GT in St. James Red, and a new house with attached garage to put it in. Danny, on the other hand, drove her candy-apple red Camaro cross country with everything she owned packed in the back, save for the antiques she had shipped privately. Gerard offered to have her things and her muscle car shipped with his, but she hated the thought of strangers rifling through her belongings. Most important of all, her laptop never left her side the entire trip.
                 With the packing and moving they did not have enough time to plan for the wedding. It would have to wait until they settled into their new life. That was just fine with her. She had been feeling as if things were moving too fast and wanted breathing space to create the wedding she really wanted. It was, after all, a girl thing! Gerard did seem a bit impatient at first, wanting to tie the knot practically the next day after the proposal, but now he did seem content to slow down and jump head first into his new role at the surgery center .
     
                 They were, as Danny's grand mere would put it, "shacking up," and the shack was a six-bedroom, four-bath "starter home" as Gerard put it. He bought it and had it decorated before Danny arrived. The mini mansion reflected his taste completely, harsh clean lines, ultramodern design, chrome and inky black leather furniture. The flooring's white marble tiles looked as inviting as a doctor's office, a setting which, of course, Gerard was used to. The only real splash of color coming from this seemingly sterile environment was the paintings on the wall from, as Gerard put it, "an up and coming new local artist." He assured Danny that they would rise in value someday, a very good investment.  All she saw was someone who maybe was high and using finger paints on canvas.
                The day Danny arrived she realized the whole house seemed to reflect Gerard and Gerard alone. She really didn't care as long as she had her own cave. She secretly had a small apartment above a bookshop downtown to use as her office. She, however, did not intend to tell Gerard. He had set up an office for her in the house, again devoid of her input, another cold sterile room in which to pursue a new job .
                 Gerard was amused at the thought of her working at home with this new crime magazine she was to edit. He didn't care as long as she was available to be the arm candy and dutiful wife he needed at various functions he would require her to attend. More fundraisers and dinner parties with the cronies were going to be in order. Once they were married he figured babies and hostess duties would keep her completely occupied, and this nonsense of working would stop. She, on the other hand, had no intention of being the barefoot and pregnant type, let alone a mindless piece of arm candy. Time has a way of sorting these things out she told herself. She wanted earnestly to believe that once the dust settled they would come to an understanding.
                 The FBI had plans for Danny too. Lucius Johnson, her old boss at the agency, got wind of her leaving through a contact at the NYPD and made her an offer too good to refuse. He was working on a special project: an online magazine that would showcase unsolved murders and cold cases.    It would be a source of entertainment but would also be a serious tool for various law enforcement agencies to receive tips from the public.  John Q. Reader and wannabe armchair detectives could get involved and feel like they were helping in solving cold case murders. Danny would be an editor and contributor to the e-zine and would use