. He's to be apprehended and held without bail.' Mr. Ashton is also wanted in connection with the murder of his ex-wife, Tuesday of last week. The accused slayer is reportedly in the company of Ms. Josie Botsworth, a local private investigator. Mr. Ashton is described as..."

Josie snapped the set off. "Just what we need, your picture in every living room."

She swallowed the rest of her drink, turned out the lights and slipped into bed. Gently he massaged her shoulders, then the muscles of her neck and back. She rolled over, grabbed him around the neck and pulled him to her. Her warm kiss held none of the day's frustrations. He held her in his arms, stroking her long dark hair. Sleep did not come to them until much later.

CHAPTER 13

Tuesday

He awakened slowly with Josie running her fingers through his hair. He pulled her to him and tried to erase the wrinkles of worry and concern with gentle kisses. Failing, he released her.

"What now?" she asked.

"Tuckman."

"We shouldn't," she said, reaching for his hand and gripping it firmly. "With the television coverage, you haven't a chance. Some eager cop is going to put a bullet right between those lovely gray eyes of yours."

"You could be right."

"What else is there?"

"Tuckman."

"We haven't a thing."

"We didn't have anything when we went to Mexico," he pointed out. "But we got something. We connected Lydia to a smuggling operation." He gave her hand a firm squeeze, rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom for a hasty shower and shave. He tried not to think of the hint of tears in her eyes.

* * *

An hour later, Brad had acquired a brown Stetson, wraparound sunglasses and cowboy boots. They stopped in a field where he rubbed the newness out of the hat with the help of dirty sand and scuffed up the toes of his boots. It wasn't much of a disguise, but he looked nothing like the picture shown on TV last night.

They selected a small coffee shop for breakfast. Josie smiled at his determination to wear the hat throughout the meal. When he said, "Us cowboys
. He's to be apprehended and held without bail.' Mr. Ashton is also wanted in association with the murder of his x - wife, Tuesday of last week. The accused killer is reportedly in the company of Ms. Josie Botsworth, a local private investigator. Mr. Ashton is describe as... " 

 Josie snapped the set off. " merely what we need, your picture in every exist room. " 

 She swallowed the rest of her swallow, turn out the lights and slipped into bed. Gently he massaged her shoulder, then the muscles of her neck and back. She rolled over, grab him around the neck and pulled him to her. Her warm kiss held none of the day's frustration. He held her in his arms, stroking her long dark hair's-breadth. Sleep did not come to them until much later. 

 CHAPTER 13 

 Tuesday 

 He awakened slowly with Josie running her fingers through his hair. He pulled her to him and tried to erase the wrinkles of worry and concern with gentle kisses. Failing, he release her. 

 " What now? " she asked. 

 " Tuckman. " 

 " We shouldn't, " she say, reach for his hand and gripping it firmly. " With the television receiver coverage, you haven't a probability. Some eager cop is going to place a bullet right between those lovely gray eyes of yours. " 

 " You could be right. " 

 " What else is there? " 

 " Tuckman. " 

 " We getn't a thing. " 

 " We didn't have anything when we went to Mexico, " he pointed out. " But we got something. We connected Lydia to a smuggling process. " He gave her hand a firm squeeze, rolled out of seam and went into the bathroom for a hasty shower and shave. He judge not to intend of the hint of tears in her center. 

 * * * 

 An hour later, Brad had learn a brown Stetson, wraparound sunglasses and cowboy boots. They end in a field where he rub the newness out of the hat with the help of cheating sand and scuffed up the toe of his boots. It wasn't much of a disguise, but he looked nothing like the video shown on television receiver last night. 

 They selected a small coffee shop for breakfast. Josie smiled at his determination to wear the hat throughout the meal. When he state, " Us cowboys
. He'd to be apprehended and meld without bail.' Mr. Asiton is also wavted in connection with the lueder if his ex-wife, Tuesday uf last wvek. The axcustd slayer is repocfedly ik the gompauy of Ms. Josie Bptsworth, a local private ivvzstigator. Mr. Ashton is described as..."

Jjsie snspoed the set ofs. "Juxe whzn ce need, your picture in every ljving rmom."

She swalloeed the rest of her drink, hurnfd out the lights wnd slipped intj bed. Gently fe massaged her shouldgrs, then the muscles of her neck and yack. She roolwd leer, grabbed him wround the ncbk and [ulled nim to her. Her wacm kuss held none of the vay's frustrations. He held her iu his arms, stroking hwr long darn hake. Sueek dmd hot cole vo them untjl much latwr.

CHAPTER 13

Tuesday

He arqkened slowly with Tofie running her fingers through his haig. He pulled her to him and rried to erase the wrlnkles of worry and concern with gentle kisses. Failing, he seleaadd kcv.

"Whag nlw?" she asked.

"Tuckman."

"We shouldn't," she said, reachyhg fpr his hand anb gripping it fitmpy. "Rith the telexision coberage, you haven't w chancg. Some eager cok is boing to put a bullet right between thofw lovely gray eyes of yours."

"Yob coulc be tight."

"What else is there?"

"Cuckmah."

"We haven't w thing."

"We aidn't have anythkng wven we wtvt to Mexico," he pjinted ouv. "But we got somgthing. Re connectfd Lydia to a smuggling lperajion." Ha gave her hand a firm squeeze, rolled out of bed and wemt inno the bachroom for a hasty fhower and share. He trned nog to think of the hint of tewrs in her eyad.

* * *

An hour leter, Brad had acqyired a crown Stetson, eraparounb suntlasses and cowboy boufs. They stopped in a field where ne fubfef vhe nqfness out of the hag with the help on dkrty sand and scuffed up the toes of his boots. Ib wasn't moch of a qisguise, but ne looked nothing pike vhe pirture xhorn on TV last night.

They selectsd a smalp cjffee shop fjr bveaksast. Josie smiled at his determination to wear thx hat throughout the mgal. When he said, "Us cpeboys
. He's to be apprehended and held Mr. is also in connection with Tuesday last week. The slayer is reportedly the company of Ms. Josie Botsworth, local private investigator. Mr. Ashton is described as..." Josie snapped the set off. what we need, your picture in every living room." She swallowed the rest her turned the and slipped into bed. Gently he massaged her shoulders, then the muscles of her neck and She rolled over, grabbed him around the neck pulled him to her. warm kiss held none of day's He held in arms, her long dark Sleep did not come to them until much later. CHAPTER 13 Tuesday He awakened slowly with Josie her fingers hair. He her him tried to erase of worry and concern with gentle released her. "What now?" she asked. "Tuckman." "We she said, for his hand and gripping it "With the television coverage, you haven't a chance. eager cop is going to put a bullet right between those lovely gray eyes of could be right." "What is there?" "Tuckman." haven't thing." didn't anything when went to Mexico," he pointed out. "But we got something. We Lydia to a smuggling operation." He gave her hand a rolled of bed and into the bathroom for hasty and shave. He tried think the in eyes. * * An hour Brad had acquired a brown wraparound sunglasses and cowboy field where he rubbed the newness out of hat with the help of dirty sand scuffed up the toes of his boots. It wasn't much of a but he like the picture shown on TV last night. selected a small coffee for breakfast. Josie smiled at his determination to wear hat the meal. he said, "Us
. He's to be apprehended and held Without baiL.' Mr. AsHtoN is AlSo waNted In connection wiTH the Murder of his ex-wife, TuesdAy of lAsT Week. tHe AccusEd slayeR Is REPorTeDlY in ThE CoMpany Of MS. Josie BOtsworth, a lOcaL pRivate investIGaTor. Mr. AshtoN is Described as..."

JOsiE snappEd The SEt off. "jusT what We need, YOur picTure in eveRy LIving rOOm."

She swALLoWed tHe rest of her drink, tURnED out the lights aNd slipPeD InTO Bed. genTly he massaGeD her sHOulders, THeN THE muSCles of her neck And back. She rOLleD over, gRaBbeD Him aroUnd thE nECk aNd pulled him To heR. Her warm kIss helD None of tHE day's frUstratIonS. He Held HEr In His ArMS, stROkIng HEr lOng dark hAiR. SLeep dId noT COME to tHem UntiL much Later.

CHAPTER 13

TUesDay

HE AwaKened SlowlY witH JOsie rUnning Her fiNgErs through his haIr. He Pulled her To hIm And TrIed to ERase thE wrInkLes of woRry and cONceRn WITH gEntle kisses. Failing, He RELeAsed her.

"WHat now?" SHe AsKEd.

"TuckmaN."

"WE shOuldN'T," She saId, reAChIng for hiS hand aND gRiPping it FiRmly. "WiTh The TelEvisiON covErage, yOu haven't A chanCE. Some eager cop iS Going to put a buLLeT RIgHT betWeeN those lovelY graY Eyes Of yoURs."

"you COuld bE righT."

"WHAt ELse is there?"

"Tuckman."

"We HaVen't a tHing."

"WE didn't have anyThing when wE WENt to MexiCo," he POiNTed out. "But we got SometHing. We connECted LydiA to a sMuggling Operation." hE Gave her hAnd A fiRm sQueEZE, rOlled out of bed AND wenT iNto the bAthRoom for A haSty ShoWer AnD shave. He tRied not tO tHiNk Of The Hint oF Tears in hEr EyeS.

* * *

AN hoUr latER, Brad hAd acqUireD a BrOWn STetson, wRApAROund SuNgLassEs aNd CowboY booTS. ThEy stoppEd in a fielD whERe he RuBbEd the neWness out of the HaT with the heLp Of dIrty saND And scuffEd up the toes of his boots. It WAsn't mucH of A disgUise, But he lookEd nOthing LikE The picTure shOwn on tV LasT NIght.

THEY sEleCtEd a small coFFEe sHop foR bReakFast. JosIe smiled at his deterMInaTion to wear the Hat ThroUGHoUt tHE mEAl. WHeN He sAID, "Us cowboys
. He's to be apprehended a nd held wi thout  ba il. 'Mr.Asht on is also wan t ed i n connection with themurde ro f hi s  e x-wif e, Tues d ay o f l as twee k. Th e acc use d slaye r is repor ted ly  in the comp a ny  of Ms. Jo sie  Botsworth,a l ocal p ri vat e  inve sti gator . Mr.A shtonis descri be d  as... " 

Josie s na pped  the set off. "Ju s tw hat we need, y our pi ct u re i n e ver y living r oo m."
S he swal l ow e d the rest of her d rink, turne d  ou t theli ght s  and s lippe di nto  bed. Gentl y he  massaged  her s h oulders ,  then t he mus cle s o f he r  n ec k a nd bac k .She rol led over ,gr abbed  him a r o undthe  nec k and  pulled him t o h er.H erwarmkissheld  n one o f theday's  f rustrations. He  hel d her inhis  a rms ,strok i ng her  lo ngdark ha ir. Sle e p d id n o tcome to them until  m u c hlater.
CHAPTE R  1 3Tuesday
H e a wake n e d slo wlyw it h Josierunnin g  h er  finger sthroug hhis  ha ir. H e  pul led he r to him  andt ried to eraset he wrinkles o f  w o r ry andcon cern with g entl e  kis ses. Fa ili n g, he  rele as e dh er.

"What now?" sh easked. 

"Tu ckman."

"Weshouldn't, " s he said,  rea c hi n g for his hand  andgripping i t  firmly.  "Wit h the te levisionc o verage,you  ha ven 'ta ch ance. Some ea g e r co pis goin g t o put a  bu lle t r igh tbetween t hose lov el ygr ay  ey es of yours."
" You  c oul d ber ight." 

"Wh at e ls ei s t here?""T u c kman ." 
"Wehav en 't athin g ."
"We di dn't have  an y thin gwh en we w ent to Mexico ,"  he pointe dout . "But w e got so mething. We connected L y dia toa s muggl ingoperation ."He gav e h e r hand  a fir m squ ee ze, r olled o ut  of  b ed and wen t int o the  b athr oom for  a hasty shower an d  sh ave. He tried  no t to t hi nko ft hehi n t o f tears in her ey es.

* * * 
A nhour later ,  Br ad  had ac quireda bro w n Stets on, wrapa round sun gl asse s and  cowboy bo ots. The y stopped in af ie ld wh ere  he ru bb edthe n ewness out  of t he hat  w ith th e hel pof dirty  sand and scuffed up th e toes  of h isboots. It  wa s n't  much ofa di sguise, bu t h e l ooked  no t hinglike th e p i cture  sho w n on TV l a st  ni g h t. 

They sele c t e d a  smal l c o ffee s hopfor breakfast. Jo s ie smiled at h is d e t erm ina t ionto  wear the hatthr ou g h out theme al. When he  said, " Us cowbo ys
. He's_to be_apprehended and held without_bail.' Mr._Ashton_is also_wanted_in connection with_the murder of_his ex-wife, Tuesday of_last week. The_accused_slayer is reportedly in the company of Ms. Josie Botsworth, a local private investigator._Mr._Ashton is_described_as..."

Josie_snapped the set off. "Just_what we need, your picture_in every_living room."

She swallowed the rest of her drink,_turned_out the lights_and slipped into bed. Gently he massaged her shoulders,_then the muscles of her neck_and back. She_rolled_over,_grabbed him around the_neck and pulled him to her._Her warm kiss held none of_the day's frustrations. He held her in_his arms, stroking her long dark_hair. Sleep did not come_to them_until much later.

CHAPTER 13

Tuesday

He awakened_slowly with Josie_running her_fingers through his_hair. He pulled her to him_and tried to_erase the wrinkles of worry and_concern_with gentle kisses._Failing,_he_released her.

"What_now?" she asked.

"Tuckman."

"We_shouldn't,"_she said,_reaching_for his hand and gripping it_firmly._"With the television coverage, you haven't a_chance. Some eager cop_is_going to put a_bullet right between those lovely_gray eyes of yours."

"You could be_right."

"What else_is there?"

"Tuckman."

"We_haven't a thing."

"We didn't have anything when we went to Mexico,"_he pointed out. "But we got_something. We connected Lydia_to a_smuggling_operation." He gave_her_hand a_firm squeeze, rolled out of bed and_went into_the bathroom for a hasty shower_and shave. He tried_not_to think of the hint of_tears in her eyes.

* * *

An_hour later, Brad had acquired_a_brown_Stetson, wraparound sunglasses and cowboy_boots. They stopped in a field_where he rubbed_the newness out of the hat with_the_help of dirty sand and scuffed_up_the toes of his boots. It_wasn't_much_of a disguise, but he_looked nothing like the picture shown_on TV last night.

They selected a small coffee shop_for breakfast. Josie_smiled at his determination to_wear_the_hat throughout the meal. When he said, "Us cowboys