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I called Rodeo and Zahara and caught them up on everything. We agreed to meet at eleven o’clock at the Sun West Cafe, a block away from the fountain, to go over the plan. “We want to do this low-key. Tasers as primary weapons. Firearms as backup only. Too many civilians around to turn this into a shoot-out,” I told each of them on the phone. “Last thing we need is someone else getting killed over this shit.”
I also called Becca back to see if she could find a Janice Rowland registered at any of the valley’s motels or hotels. She checked but came up with goose eggs.
I geared up and hugged Conor. “Thanks for last night,” I said. “I really needed it.”
“Trust me, it was my pleasure.” He smiled, and I nearly tossed off my gear to jump his bones right there. “Good hunting, love. Watch you
