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Chapter 4: Coffee Date

Kendra arrived at the Coffee Bean Café about fifteen minutes early so she sat down at one of the tables, where she had a good view of the door, and ordered a mocha latte and a plain bagel with cream cheese from the waitress who had hot pink spiky-hair. The waitress promptly returned with her order and went quickly to take an order from four customers that had just sat down.

Hunter come into the café with five minutes to spare, saw Kendra, walked up to her table and sat down across from her. He was wearing jeans and a blue shirt, with sneakers.

"Making sure I don't stain another suit?" Kendra asked teasingly then finished off the rest of her coffee.

"I have today off." He looked at the cup in her hand and the partially eaten bagel. "I see you decided to start without me." He said, pretending to sound hurt.

"This is just the prologue where there are many, many more chapters to come." Kendra said, pointing to the empty cup.

"That was an interesting analogy." Hunter commented, just as the waitress came over to take his order. When the waitress had left, he leaned forward as though he was going to share a secret. "Should we do the normal small-talk or get right down to the more detailed talk?"

"Detailed." Kendra replied. "I don't think you want me to get bored."

He gave her a dashing smile and they talked, joked, and laughed for about twenty minutes.

All of a sudden, the sound of breaking glass could be heard over the noise in the cafe. Hunter dove underneath the table dragging Kendra along with him. Hunter looked over his shoulder toward the origin of the breaking glass, noticed the small round hole with web-like cracks surrounding it and realized that the hole had been caused by a bullet.

Some people in the café had no idea what had happened while a few others had dropped to the ground and had ducked underneath their tables. The owner of the café, a woman in her fifties, called the police.

"Are you alright?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah. I think so. Uh… maybe not." Kendra replied.

Hunter looked at her and saw that there was blood running down her arm. "You need to go to the hospital."

"It's just a flesh wound." Kendra argued.

"You're going to the hospital." He said firmly. Kendra looked into his green eyes and knew there was no point in trying to argue with him.

Trent and Carlos walked into the office at Thunder Investigations at the same time and greeted Kim with large smiles. Their smiles faded when they saw the look on Kim's face.

"What's wrong, Kim?" Trent asked with concern in his voice.

"It's about Miller. I was doing research last night and I found something…odd." Kim said hesitantly.

"What is it Kim?" An anxious Carlos asked

"Miller used to live in Los Angeles and he owned several warehouses there." Kim said quickly.

"So?" Carlos remarked.

Kim shot Carlos a look and then continued, more calmly and a little slower. "There was merchandise stolen from those warehouses too. One of those warehouses burned to the ground and about a month after Miller had collected the insurance money he moved here to Dallas. Doesn't that seem strange to you guys?"

"Yes, it is very strange." Trent commented stroking his chin.

"What do you want to do, Trent?" Carlos asked.

"It seems we are going to have to investigate our client." Trent said quietly.

"That means we are not going to be paid for this one." Carlos commented.

Trent brushed that comment away with a wave of his hand. "Kim, I want you to find out all you can about Miller. Carlos and I are going to go speak with him and tell him what we discovered. Of course, we'll leave out that we know about his warehouses in LA."

"What if he notices something about how you guys act around him?" Kim asked, with a worried voice.

"We're professionals, Kim, so you don't need to worry about us. Besides, you know we can handle ourselves." Carlos said with a smile, trying to reassure her.

Kim didn't feel reassured and was being to feel even more uneasy. "All right, but you two had better be careful. This Miller guy may decide to do something worse than scamming the insurance company."

"We'll keep an eye on him." Trent replied. "Now, let's get to work."

They went to work, Kim searching for more information on Miller, while Trent and Carlos put together a file for Miller. As they worked, the two PIs discussed what they would say to Miller. Kim's feeling of unease did not abate throughout the day, and increased as the guys left to speak with their client.

After Kendra had been taken to St. Matthews Hospital and had been thoroughly checked out by a doctor, Hunter had offered to take her home, but she refused and when he wouldn't quit, she told him to drop her off at Uppercuts.

When Hunter returned to his office, he found Alex waiting for him just outside his door. Hunter had predicted that Alex would have somehow found out that about the incident and it was most likely from the officers that had arrived on the scene or some other connection.

"Are you all right? Did you see the shooter?" Alex asked with concern as she followed him into his office and sat down before his desk while he walked went to sit down in his chair, placing his face in his hands and sighed.

He removed his hands from his face, placed his elbows on top of the files on his desk, placed his palms together and interlocked his fingers. "I'm fine. The girl I was with, she got hit." Hunter answered the question that was on Alex's mind. "She'll be fine. The bullet only grazed her."

Alex sighed thankfully and looked intently at Hunter. "Do you think Diego placed a hit out on you?" Alex asked.

"I have no idea." His green eyes darkened as his mouth and jaw tightened into a fierce determination. "But I'm going to find out."

Kendra entered Uppercuts and sat down at the bar since she was a little over twenty minutes early for her shift. Once Butch had given the waitress the customers' order of five beers, two large baskets of fries and five hamburgers, he came to stand in front of her.

"Enjoy your date?" Butch asked with a sly smile.

"Yeah. He's a nice guy. You spoke with Lyle, didn't you?" Kendra asked, her eyes becoming slightly narrower.

"He just wanted to catch up." Butch replied.

"Uh-huh. Right." Kendra said, not believing him, glad that Lyle hadn't mentioned that she and Hunter had been shot at, but the moment passed when Butch noticed that their was a slight bulge underneath the sleeve of her long sleeve shirt.

"What happened?" Butch asked, with concern at the edge of his voice.

"Nothing important." She said but Butch gave her a look that meant that he wasn't going to drop the subject. "All right. Hunter and I were at the café and a bullet came through the window and it grazed me."

"You got shot and you don't consider it important?" Butch asked with anger and concern rolled into one in his voice.

Kendra shrugged her shoulders. "It was only a minor flesh wound."

Butch gave an exasperated sigh and looked right into her eyes. "Do you know who shot at you?"

"No." Kendra replied and because Butch gave her a look, she continued. "The shooter could have been aiming at anyone in the café. There were about two dozen people in there, not including the people who work there, which was probably about two to four."

"Maybe someone was shooting at Hunter." Butch suggested.

"Yeah. That's a possibility." Kendra said biting her lower lip as concern came to her face. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and stood up. "Well, I guess it's time for me to go to work."

"You sure you can work today?" Butch asked.

"Of course." Kendra replied and went to grab an apron.

"Okay. But if your arm starts to bother you…" Butch cautioned.

"I'll be fine." Kendra said firmly and then headed toward a new arrival. Butch sighed and wiped the bar with a towel, mumbling underneath his breath about the stubborn woman.

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