The Guardian

not referring to you’re so called backup are you?”
    “Okay, that’s not fair. That was a shitty location, and you know it. Those two guys are top notch. You don’t have to worry about them. I swear on my mother’s grave.”
    The Guardian thought for a moment, knowing that he really didn’t have much choice. He would need to have some leeway if he was going to get their help.
    “Okay, we’ll give them a shot. Once I get the details worked out I’ll get back with you. Dorsey just left town for where I’m not sure. You could find out easy enough, but we want to be careful. We don’t want to spook him.”
    Laura jumped in, “I can handle that. I’ll just pretend I’m the roommate or something. A call to his work will set me up I think. It’s a no brainer.”
    “Good, once you get the information, let me know and I can try to track him down. In the mean time you can start you’re watchdog stuff.”
    “Well, you know, she added, we can’t actually get in touch with you now can we?”
    “I’ll be in touch.” The phone went dead.
    “God, I just hate it when he does that.” John was a bit peeved.
    “Its okay honey,” Laura smiled at him, patting his shoulder.
    The remainder of the afternoon was spent trying to come up with a plan that would allow them to keep an eye on the house, the woman, and the kids and still keep up with their case load.
    One of the things they needed to do was get in touch with Smythe and Singletary. They needed to bring them up to speed with what was going on. The other thing would be to pull up all the information they could on this Martin Dorsey. It was a sure bet that if the Guardian wanted to go after this guy he was a major catch.
    John looked at Laura, a sheepish smirk on his face. “What?” She said as she tried to read his mind.
    “Oh, I was just wondering if a pizza delivered and a couple of cold beers sounded good to you.”
    “Hmm, let me see. I suppose you could sweet talk me into it. As for the beers you don’t have to get me drunk to take advantage of me you know?” She said cuddling up next to him, lacing her arms in his.
    “Why I would never think of trying such a thing. I’d just come right out and carry you to my bed” At that he leaned over, kissed her gently on the lips, “Okay, where’s the phone.”

Chapter 105
    The next morning Halloway and Griffin were in the process of finding out what they could on their man Dorsey. John got the information on the recent case in which Dorsey had walked away.
    Everything that the Guardian had told him was true. The information contained in the brief was just amazing. All of the proof was there. The handwriting was on the wall. The problem was it was all circumstantial. The fact remained there were no witnesses. It did indeed appear that this Martin character was slick.
    John felt confident that between them they would be able to come up with a plan to corner this scumbag and put an end to his victim’s nightmare.
    While John was going over the file on Dorsey Laura was busy calling around trying to find out just where their suspect had run off too. She had managed to drop the idea of pretending to be someone else. Instead, she just called and told them she was from the courthouse and that she needed to reach him concerning his past case. It wasn’t actually a lie. It did pertain to his last case and in a round about way she was acting for the courts so it was fairly easy. It was easier getting information that way then pretending she was just a roommate. There would more than likely be privacy issues and she didn’t want to deal with that.
    They had told her he was on his way to a place in Missouri called King City. She was told that he would be gone approximately a week and that they would give him the message when he returned.
    So, that was that. She would wait to hear from the Guardian and pass the information on to him. Laura liked the fact that they were working with him, developing a trust, a partnership of sorts. What she didn’t like was that they couldn’t reach him. That would have to change somehow.
    It was like he had some sort of psychic powers. Her phone started ringing.
    “Griffin.”
    “Thought I’d give you a call, find out what you learned about Dorsey.” The Guardian said.
    Laura was silent for a moment. She was finding it difficult to believe this guy could operate like this. How the hell did he get “her” number?
    “Hello, you there, Detective Griffin, hello?”
    “Yes