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There was a knock at the door.
Genny panicked. “My hair’s not dry! Can you let him in? Hang out with him for a minute! And BE NICE!” She shoved Tim toward the door, then ran for the bathroom.
Sergeant Tim Bradford opened the door to his house and was surprised to find Skip Tracer Randy on the other side.
“Officer Bradford! Mein Bruder!” Randy said as he hugged Bradford and let himself in.
“Brother?” Bradford exclaimed, confused and annoyed as he disentangled himself from Randy.
“Yes!” Randy said. “Now I am dating Genny, so that is making you like mein Bruder!”
Genny swept in, her hair dry, and took Randy’s hand. “You told me not to date any cops,” she said, before leaning in to plant a kiss on Randy’s cheek. “Well, Randy’s not a cop.”
“No,” Bradford said, “he’s worse. He’s a skip tracer. He’s not even trained.”
“That is not true, Bruder Tim,” Randy said. “Officer Smitty gave me Rich Rowley’s videos and so now I have mastered all of Rowley’s techniques.”
“That’s even worse than being untrained,” Bradford said.
“Then you’d better train him,” Genny said, “unless you want your little sister to be a widow.”