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She was closer to the mark than Pad wanted. “No, I’m not a cop. I’m a photographer who happened to be in the right place at the right time. Based on a request from your parents, and your new patron Winifred Simpson, I’m hanging around for a little pro-bono bodyguard work. I have the time, and my travel schedule allows me to go where and when I want.”
He peered out the window. “I’m going to run upstairs and get my camera bag. I want to go to the park, and I need to make sure I have all the right lenses and such.” Pad ducked up the stairs before Ellie could hammer him with additional questions.
Pad shuffled his bags around to make some noise, just in case Ellie came snooping up the stairwell—his story needed to hold water. “Ray’s right, she’s pretty intuitive,” he mused. “How do I keep
