“Boss, let's be logical with this,” Helen said.“If he can track a Technician, he could have stopped the cyber woman from messing with his life.Just as he tracked Sour Grapes money, he could have tracked hers, messed with the accounts.A discontinuation of the harassment could have ended with two clicks and stealing her money.She would have backed off and shut the hell up.I don’t know of any dick that good to make a bitch set 6 million bots to work on one man...then again.”
“You are scary,” Azrael said and burst into laughter.“I'm sorry.I just have this image of that dude turning up at Kurtzwilde's house and both men feeling so stupid thinking they are tracking you only to have you turn the tables on them.Stop making me like you, Cranberry.”
“Sorry, force of habit.Cranberry out,” she said, settling into the driver's seat and heading for home.
Three hours later, she arrived home.She pulled in by the back door to unload her gear under the awning, then parked the SUV in the garage.Helen felt as if the weights of the world were off her shoulder.Inside the home, after she disengaged the alarm, she stretched.
In the fridge was a pack of chops Mustang had taken out for dinner.She quickly washed, prepped, and placed them in the oven along with two nice sized sweet potatoes.She rolled her luggage down the hall to the laundry room.Her plan was to wash everything in the case to remove the smell of Sour Grape's house from her clothing.
“Just weird,” she said, entering the living room to see her man coming through the back door.
“Baby, you’re home.Is everything okay?”
“It is now,” she said, reaching for him and wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning into his strength.She was home permanently.
Chapter 10- Closing
Today, life felt different.Helen awoke in her own bed knowing this was where she would spend the rest of her days.There would be no more trips to other Technician’s homes to learn their ways.She was at the point of sitting down and really figuring out “her thing.”
“I still don't know what my thing is other than if shit don't feel right, then I'm out,” she said softly.
Mustang wanted to ask questions, but he'd learned during their brief marriage that when she was ready to talk, his wife would say what was on her mind.Until then, he wouldn't press the issue or try to draw blood from a boulder.A week after her abrupt return home, over breakfast on a Saturday morning, she sat and shivered.
“I don't think I've ever been that cold in my life, and Abi and I lived in Germany,” Helen said.“Honestly, it wasn't so much the cold outside, but the aloofness inside the home that kind of made the poorly prepared food curdle in my stomach.”
“Was it just that or something deeper you felt,” he asked.
“Something I felt,” she said.“I think I was right, but I haven't followed up with her on the particular subject, so I'm waiting on a call.”
“A call?”
“I did a thing,” she said, looking at him with a twinkle in her eye.
“Please share as I brace myself for what will probably make my left eye twitch and my ball sac jump, but I'm listening,” he said, sipping at the heavenly coffee.
“A man showed up at Sour Grape's home the same day I did,” Helen said, watching his face.“When I left, I had a bout of the collywobbles, you know, when you shudder and it feels like someone is walking over your grave?Yeah, that feeling, so I stopped at Apple's and had him sweep the car and luggage.”
