Jim Bond’s head appeared, followed by his tall, muscular body. Tonight’s attire, a pale blue golf shirt and black slacks, was trim and dress casual, as usual. He stopped on the top step and glared at Rudy, but he showed progress by not reaching for his weapon. “If you want Arlene, I’m afraid you’re too late. She’s already gone to bed,” she said, glad to see that Rudy was holding his temper. Jim’s lips drew into a line. “Is there a secret code or some special word I need to know so your dog will let me pass?” “Yeah. It’s ‘I surrender.’ Then you toss your bazooka over the terrace.” Rudy gave another growl, this one more menacing. “Got it, dickhead?” Ellie smothered a smile. “Enough, Rudy. Let the man walk by.” Rosa came out, took one look at the DEA agent, set down Ellie’s tea, spoon, and napkin, and raised a finger. “I be back.” Jim sauntered to the table and commandeered a chair. “You keep telling me your dog is friendly, but I’ve yet to see it.”
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