I couldn't help but grin as I headed up the stairs. No more surveillance means I can sleep in a real bed instead of on that couch in the office.
Of all the pain this case caused, that was the worst-- having to sleep on a small, uncomfortable couch. Once in the bedroom, I carefully stripped off my suit and hung it up.
Rolling my shoulders and getting one last good stretch in, I headed for the bed.
"Did you decide to return from your self-imposed exile?" Nero asked.
"Now, you know, I had to sleep down there. The G-men were watching our every move. Somehow I don't think they would have missed the fact that I was sleeping with my employer, do you?"
"Not fooey," I said as I crawled under the covers next to him. "If they'd known about this, you wouldn't have been able to hold them over the barrel like that."
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