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As if they had a mind of their own, the fourteen sheets that passed for a newspaper wriggled from Devon's grasp and flopped to the tabletop, the back two pages floating open from the impact.
Her can of diet soda, already wet with condensation, rolled from her fingertips, and she fumbled to right it as she dropped her lunch cooler and the morning's mail to the table with a sigh. It was another one of those days.
A small ad caught her eye. Free Crime Prevention Survey, Commercial or Residential, No Obligation. Marshall Security, Full Line of Security and Investigative Services, 256 Coyote Lane, Aces, Arizona. She lingered over the ad as she popped open her soda, downed a long swallow, and reached into her cooler for her turkey, tomato, and alfalfa sprout sandwich. Sure, she thought, no obligation, right. A free five-minute survey and they talk you into laying out several hundred dollars for a security system.
The phone call, still fresh in her mind, replayed again, the voice in her mind as clear as it had been two days ago.
"Devon ... are you as hot in person as you are on TV? I can't wait to find out. Did you get my calling card?"