I met her, once. Most of thetime, I just get her pictures from across the street, or on a rooftop, orsomething."Ms. Adamsen patted me on the shoulder...."That's why you're one of the bestshutterbugs we've had at the Brigade for years. You and Tim should beproud of yourselves for being so good so young. And thanks to thatdetective's instinct you've got courtesy of your dad, you're making apretty damn good reporter, too."I smiled. "Thanks."She smiled, too. "Now, get your camera, we're gonna head. She pulled him toward the door to the cabin as she said, "Hurry."Charlie hurried. He followed her at arms length and watched her delightful posterior undulate in front of him. Amanda threw open the door to the cabin and snapped on the lights. When Charlie stepped into the room behind her he stopped in amazement. He could see she had planned this little side trip well. There was three bottles of champagne in a cooler along with a pile of nibblies on the table. When she opened the refrigerator. He had met her, given her his phone number if she had any problems and told her that she could also leave a note under his door. And he tried very hard, after all that, to make her aware that being a caretaker was a part-time thing and his real job was more substantial. From the paperwork that passed through his hands, he knew that Janice was twenty years old, a college student by night and a data-entry clerk by day, single and just moving away from home. From looking at her, on the other. ”“Aw. Too bad. So sad.”“Go to bed, Ramie. You look like you’ve been up for days. I’ll call you for breakfast.” Kyle headed for his door and I turned to go into my room.Up for days? Yeah, I have been. And I’m worried about Miranda.Seemed like nothing happened for weeks except we went to school and worked our asses off on the ranch. And Kyle and I worked up a rudimentary business plan. It was nice that Aubrey was over and helped us. She still didn’t much care for horses, but she thought it was.