When Earl yapped at them and ran toward his leash, she grabbed on to the idea of a walk with relief. She didn’t want to sit, didn’t want to think or contemplate. A walk would be just the ticket. She was half irritated when Reese insisted on coming along. “What kind of bodyguard would I be if I let you wander around outside alone?” Reese asked, cocking a brow. She slung her purse over her shoulder. So she’d have the gun, Sydney realized. “Besides, he’s my dog.” Resisting a sharp retort, Sydney leashed a happy Earl and the three of them turned right on the sidewalk with Earl taking the lead. One big happy, Sydney thought sourly. With twilight settling in and a breeze blowing, the temperature was more comfortable and Sydney gradually relaxed again. It was the heat making her snappy, she told herself. When they’d walked for fifteen minutes in a silence that Reese showed no inclination to break (not getting very far since Earl had to whiz on every tree, shrub, sign, lamppost, and hydrant they passed), Sydney said, “You researched Montoya’s wife.
