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 “Glen, what in the hell are you doing here?  I thought you’d be out playing S.W.A.T. games,” laughed Bill, slapping Glen across the back.

“Hell no, tonight’s my night to relax and enjoy myself.”

Glen slid his chair back to stand for proper introductions.  Bill’s voice boomed throughout the entire restaurant, making Glen’s table the center of attention.  But that was Bill; he was always the center of attention when he entered a room.

“How’d you rate two dates?”

“You remember my wife, Debbie.  And this is Maggi Morgan.”

Bill quickly planted himself in the extra chair at their table without an invitation.  He studied both women intently, making them nervous. 

Debbie was a beautiful blond with sparkling blue eyes and a figure to complete the package.  Maggi was striking with her black wavy hair bouncing below her shoulders complimenting her piercing dark eyes. 

In contrast to Glen’s gentle manner, sandy brown hair and soft green eyes, Bill was bald, overweight and overbearing.  He was oozing with confidence that somehow made him likeable, despite his peculiarities.

It was obvious he had his eye set on Maggi.  Everyone at the table was aware of his attraction.  By now, everyone in the restaurant was aware. 

Glen returned to his prime rib dinner, while Debbie and Maggi tried to ignore Bill’s presence.  The waiter returned to their table.

“Would you like a menu, sir?”

“Nah, just bring me whatever Glen’s eating.”

“So, Glen, where have you and Debbie been hiding Maggi all of my life?”

Oh brother, thought Maggi.  This guy is so original. 

“Maggi and I have been working together for years.”

“Yeah? Doing what?  I can tell by looking at her she’s not on the force.  She’s too beautiful for police work.”

“Actually”…began Glen, when Maggi cut him off.

“I kill people for a living and Glen helps me.”

Debbie chuckled quietly to herself as she watched the look of shock and confusion surface on Bill’s face. 

Maggi loves the reaction when she explains to people that she’s a killer. 

Glen nearly choked, trying to swallow and laugh simultaneously.  He picked up immediately on Maggi’s lead.

“Maggi, I’m not sure telling Bill is such a good idea.  He works homicide.”

Maggi put her wrists up for him to handcuff.  “If you must arrest me, I understand.”

Debbie was chuckling loudly while Glen burst into a hearty laugh.  The glamorous Maggi sat stone-faced, waiting for a reaction from Bill.

“Okay, I give.  What’s the joke?” 

Bill was accustomed to being the jokester, not the butt of a joke.  This new position was uncomfortable for him.

Maggi put her hands down and flirtingly looked at Bill with a smile on her face.  She resumed eating.  Debbie followed her lead, taking a bite of her roll.  Bill turned to Glen.

“Maggi’s a mystery writer.  She kills people in her books.  Together, we work through police protocol.  We’ve been friends with Maggi for, oh, I don’t know … over ten years now isn’t it, Debbie?” 

Debbie nodded with a teasing sparkle in her eye.  She enjoyed a good joke. 

Debbie and Glen have seen Maggi through the success of her books and the failure of her marriage.  They have been good friends to her.  Maggi feels she can talk to them about anything. 

The waiter returned with Bill’s food.  He pretended to be starved, devouring his food without a word.  The truth was he was uncomfortable about the teasing. 

Glen felt sorry for him. He kept the conversation flowing to avoid the obvious discomfort at the table. 

Maggi had no sympathy for him; she felt he had it coming.  Bitterness towards men still radiated from her every pore.  She had no intention of pursuing a relationship.  She was successful and happy with whom she had become.  If she had to spend the rest of her days with her two dogs, Bailey and Bridgette, writing and traveling, she would be content.  The anger she felt from her marriage helped fuel the emotion she needed in some of her characters to push them to the edge, to the point where they would commit murder.  Much like an actress, she pulled emotions from her life to add realism to her characters.  

Just as the waiter arrived with their dessert, Maggi’s cell phone rang.  She turned from the table while she spoke with her personal assistant, Teddi. 

“I’d better run.  I have an early flight tomorrow.  I guess we’re off to Germany in the morning.  I’ll be gone about three weeks.  I’ll call you two when I get back.  It was nice meeting you, Bill.”

Bill nodded.  Glen rose as a polite gesture, but Bill remained seated.  Debbie escorted her to the door and waited while the attendant went for her car.  Maggi honked and waved as she pulled away into the night. 

Early the next morning, Teddi arrived to pick up Maggi.  Jean, Maggi’s friend and neighbor, arrived at the same time to collect Bridgette and Bailey.  She took excellent care of the dogs whenever Maggi had to travel.  Jean was an animal lover who considered it more of a privilege than a chore to take care of the two beautiful Bernese Mountain Dogs.  She never tired of playing with the two gentle giants; their thick luxurious coats were strikingly marked with black, rust and white.  Maggi paid her handsomely for this favor.  Jean did not want to take the money, but Maggi insisted.  People who know Maggi wonder if she could ever be as close to another human being as she is to her dogs.

Teddi loaded the luggage into the trunk while Maggi smooched all over her dogs saying good-bye.  This was the only time Teddi saw tears in Maggi’s eyes. 

On the way to the airport, Teddi read Maggi’s itinerary to her. 

“Stop, oh please, stop.  I don’t want to hear any more.  I can’t believe Warren wants me to be in so many places in such a short amount of time.  It’s not him that has to sleep in a strange bed every night.”  She paused ... “Well, maybe he does, but it’s not for the same reason.”

Teddi and Maggi laughed. 

“I know it’s pretty tough at times, but that goes along with all of the fame.  I’m just grateful I can see the world right along with you.”

The next three weeks in Germany were a blur.  Motels, restaurants, shaking hands, signing books day in and day out filled the hours and days.  One bookstore became the same as the next.  The evenings ended with nice dinners, but total exhaustion.  Many times the two women would order room service just to be able to relax in their pajamas.

“Two more days to go.  Is there anywhere you’d like to go while we’re here?” asked Teddi.

She hoped that Maggi would go sightseeing with her.  She works very hard carrying her books, setting them up, selling them and talking to her fans about how wonderful Maggi is.  It was easy for her to understand the pressure Maggi was under.  However, she thought it would be nice if Maggi noticed how hard she worked as well. 

Teddi lacked the confidence and independent nature that was part of who Maggi Morgan was.  She was uneasy about sightseeing alone.  When Maggi did not want to go out, it meant Teddi had to stay in. 

The last day before their return to the United States, Peter, a friend of Maggi’s, was in the bookstore.  Maggi introduced him to Teddi.  Peter was tall and muscular with pre-maturely gray hair.  He offered to take the two women on a tour of the city topped off with dinner at an elegant restaurant.

Teddi held her breath.  She longed to spend more time in the presence of this gorgeous man. 

“Thanks, Peter, but I’m beat.  It’s been a long three weeks.  We’re heading home tomorrow afternoon.  I could really use the time to sit back and relax.”

Teddi sighed.  She was not surprised. 

“How about you, Teddi?  Would you like to be my guest for the day?  We can compare stories about how terrible Maggi is to work with,” he chuckled.

Maggi tossed back her shiny hair in a flirtatious sort of way. 

“Lies, lies, nothing but lies.  Don’t believe a word he has to say.  I used to work for him at the newspaper office years ago.  He’s the one who’s difficult to get along with.”

Teddi smiled nervously.  She wanted desperately to go with Peter, but Maggi was not giving her any signals to take him up on the offer.

Peter pressed, “Are we on or not?”

Maggi looked at Teddi.

“Oh, go on, Teddi, he won’t bite.  Have some fun for a change; learn to live a little.”

Teddi agreed.  She gave Peter their hotel and room number.  He promised to pick her up as soon as the morning book signing was over.

He arrived promptly at one o’clock.  He took her to lunch.  She could barely eat in his presence.  Maggi called on her cell phone to ask where her chocolates were packed.  Before the meal was finished, Maggi called a second time to check their departure schedule for the following day. 

Peter took the phone away from Teddi after the second call.  He turned it off, putting it into his pocket.

“That might not be a good idea.  She may need me.”

“Today is your day.  Remember, she said to have some fun, so let’s go.”

Magical was the best way to describe the day.  Peter had transformed a mundane business trip into the most exciting, memorable day of Teddi’s life.  She was sad they were returning to the States in a matter of hours. 

Peter kept her out until two o’clock.  He walked her to her door where he kissed her goodnight.  There was no discussion of seeing one another after this day was through. 

Sleep was impossible. She relived every moment of the day with Peter.  Teddi then realized she did not know his last name, nor he, hers. 

The remainder of the stay and the journey home was filled with conversation about Peter.  Teddi began to annoy Maggi with her many questions.  Maggi felt telling Teddi about her brief affair with Peter would be hurtful; she kept that tidbit to herself.

Maggi was relieved to see her house just ahead.  Bridgette and Bailey were bouncing on her front lawn.  They always knew when she was approaching, no matter whose car she was in.  The bond between human and animal was so tight that telepathy played a large role in the relationship.

Teddi unloaded Maggi’s luggage.

“Do you need me for anything today?”

Not wanting to answer more questions about Peter, Maggi said, “I’m beat.  Let’s take the next couple of days off.”

The next day Maggi kept her promise to Glen and Debbie.  She invited them to dinner.  Glen could not get away; he was involved with a case.  Debbie joined her without him.  Never having been to Germany, Debbie had many questions for Maggi.  She was always amazed that with so many opportunities, Maggi did not take extra time to enjoy herself.  She had a knack for taking the excitement out of her travels.  If Glen and Debbie had the time and the finances, they would travel the world together, visiting every nook and cranny.  Adventurous would be the word to describe the Karsts if they ever squeezed time away from their busy schedules. 

Maybe that’s it, thought Debbie.  I have Glen.  Maybe Maggi does not, or cannot, enjoy herself without a man to share it with.   Is that why she seems to be a workaholic? 

Poor Debbie is trapped between a close friend and a husband who do not know when to relax.  Life is passing them by, but they are too busy to recognize it. 

“Oh, I almost forgot.  I brought something for you.”

This was one part of Maggi’s travels that Debbie liked the most.  Maggi always came home with the most wonderful gifts.  This time it was bottles of the most delightful German wine she could find, or rather had Teddi find. 

The two friends stayed up late into the night.  Conversation flowed with the wine and cheese.  The sound of the doorbell startled them. 

“Who could be at your door so late at night?”

“You mean early in the morning.  It’s two-thirty.”

The dogs barked, running ahead to the door.  Maggi always felt safe with he dogs, each topping the scale at over one hundred pounds.  Of course, that was one hundred pounds of marshmallow.  Neither of them had an aggressive nature, but the deep sound of their barks told anyone on the other side of the door that large dogs were housed inside.

Maggi peered through the peephole. 

“Uh oh, are you in trouble now.”

Debbie walked to the door to see what she meant.  There was Glen, holding her cell phone in his hand.  The look on his face told both of them he was worried about Debbie.

“Glen, what are you doing here?”

“I went home and you weren’t there.  I called your cell phone and it rang in the bedroom.  I guess you forgot to take this with you again,” he said angrily.

“Why didn’t you just call on Maggi’s phone?” 

“I did, but there was no answer.  I thought something had happened to both of you.”

Debbie turned to Maggi, who was sporting a sheepish grin. 

“I didn’t want to be disturbed for a couple of days, so I turned off my ringer to let the voice mail pick it up in silence.  Sorry, Glen.”

“Really, Glen.  Why do you think the worst every time you can’t find me?”

“Debbie, if you had to see what I see on a daily basis, you’d worry too.  Denver, late at night, is not the safest place to be.  Have you totally forgotten the case I’m working on with the serial rapist?  It’s hard to separate the two worlds when the women being raped are no different than you and Maggi.  Those victims are removed from their homes and their cars, blindfolded, driven to a secluded area, then beaten and raped.  Two of the women were so badly injured they died.  This guy is slick.  We don’t have one solid lead.  Would you care to hear more or do you get my point.  Certainly the amount of blood or how he abuses them would interest you …” Glen answered, gruffly.

Debbie could tell Glen’s reaction was one of love and concern.  She felt badly that she put him through the stress.  She stroked his face and rubbed his neck. 

“I’m sorry, honey, I really am.  I’ll try to remember to keep that phone with me at all times.”

“Yeah, Glen, I’m sorry too.  I didn’t mean to keep Debbie here so late; it was selfish of me to turn off my phone.”

“Both you girls deserve a good spanking.”  Glen was trying to lighten the mood.  He was embarrassed about his overreaction.

“How about a glass of bourbon?” asked Maggi.

“Sounds good to me.” Good bourbon, such as Buffalo Trace, was one of Glen’s vices.  “Did you fill Debbie in with all the details of your trip abroad?”

“I sure did and I filled her with liters of German wine.”

Debbie offered a glass to Glen, but he refused.

“Tell us more about this rapist.  I’m not finding much in the paper.”

“There’s not a lot in the paper.  We can’t give too many details.  One, because we don’t have many leads.  And two, because we can’t show our cards yet.  And no, you can’t use the story for one of your books.”

“Glen, you know me better than that.  I can’t write about women, children or animals being abused.”

She appeared offended.

“Yeah right, Maggi.  You have no problem killing women in your books.”

“Oh, I know but I don’t torture them or put them through any emotional distress.  I just kill them and the body shows up, clean and simple.”

“Boy, the world is a better place knowing you’re not on the other side of the law.  You could be one hard criminal to trap.  You know too much and are far more clever than the average perp on the street.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Debbie, I need some sleep.  Are you about ready to head home?  If you are, I’ll follow you in my car.”

“It’s been fun as always, Maggi, even if you did get me into trouble.  Thanks for the wine.  Give me a call when you feel you’re finished secluding yourself from society.”

Maggi waved good-bye as they drove away.

Glen put in long hours the next few days.  He went in on his day off.  It was fall.  He and Debbie missed much of the summer.  They recently managed to get away one weekend to go boating.  There had been a time when they went every weekend. Glen wondered why things were so different now.  Were his cases more difficult, were there more of them, or was he more dedicated to his work as the years progressed?

Sometimes Debbie feels as if she is losing him to the job.  It is hard for her to share in his excitement about qualifying for the S.W.A.T. team.  Every day when he leaves for work, she has to convince herself he will arrive home safe and sound.  His new position adds more danger to his day.

Glen tries to reassure her that working on the S.W.A.T. team is actually safer than other police work.  Training is more intense; you are with other well-honed police officers who work as a well-oiled team.  Your back is always covered.  You know what you are going into before you suit up.  When on regular duty, if you get called into a burglary in progress or a domestic dispute where weapons are involved, you stand a better chance of catching a bullet.

Debbie made lunch plans with Maggi.  Glen made it a point to join them.  He felt he had been neglecting Debbie too much lately.  They met Teddi and Maggi at Stuart Anderson’s. 

Maggi was about to leave the area.  She had a lodge in the mountains where she disappeared to write.  She warned everyone, unless it was truly a death in the family, not to bother her.  Teddi prepared to hold down the fort with her agent and publisher while she was away. 

“What’s this book about?” asked Glen. 

“Oh, Detective Karst, you’ll be one of the first to know.  I’ll email some chapters to you for your approval.  Just be patient,” she teased. 

“Really, Maggi, don’t you go crazy all locked up like that without anyone to talk to?” asked Debbie.

“Actually, it’s talking to people that makes her crazy,” laughed Teddi.  “She does much better in solitary.”

“She’s right.  People are far too distracting.  When I feel like I’ve been caged up too long, it’s time to take the two Berners for a romp in the snow.  I’m not sure who has the better time, them or me.”

“How long will you be gone this time?” asked Glen.

“As long as it takes,” she answered.

“Can I at least talk you into taking your cell phone, in case you need help?” he asked.

“Nope, that’s the whole point.  I need to be out of contact with everyone.  I’ll email Teddi every few days to let her know I’m still alive.  I go to the lodge office occasionally to use the Internet.  I never watch television or open the newspaper.  I live totally in the new world I create for myself.  My characters are my friends.  We live together and interact until the story is finished.”

“I know, but I have to agree with Glen on this.  That rapist is a pretty scary guy.  I think this trip you should take extra precautions,” begged Debbie.

Debbie wished Maggi would let Glen teach her to shoot and handle a gun.  Debbie is accomplished, at the very least, with a gun and that sense of security is nice with Glen frequently away.

“I’ve got Bridgette and Bailey.  That should stop him from coming after me.  The dogs will bark up a storm.  If that doesn’t work, they’ll knock him down licking him to death, giving me an opportunity to run for it.”

Teddi looked at Glen and Debbie, raising her shoulders in a move of helplessness.  She knew how strong-willed Maggi could be.  She learned years ago to just agree with her while trying her damnedest to keep up with her. 

Maggi looked at her watch.  “If I’m going to get there before dark, I’d better take off.  I still have to pick up the dogs.  Wish me luck! I hope by the next time I see you, I’ll have completed book nine!”

Teddi stayed behind to visit more with Glen and Debbie.  After a few minutes passed, Glen excused himself to return to work. 

Teddi was dying to tell Debbie about Peter.  She relived every detail in words.  She would be mid-sentence when she would disappear into her own world of thought.  Debbie knew this guy had made a huge impression on her. 

“Are you going to see him again?”

“I’m not sure.  We never discussed it.”

“Do you have a way to reach him?”

“No.  Well possibly.  Maggi knew him from before.  She used to work for him at some newspaper office.”

“Is he still with the paper?”

“I don’t know.”

“You mean you spent twelve hours with Mr. Wonderful and you don’t know his last name or where he works?  How about where he lives?”

Teddi shrugged her shoulders. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t ask him.”

“There just didn’t seem to be time.  We walked and talked about the area.  He seemed infatuated with the history.  He made it all so interesting.  I could’ve listened to him all night.  I guess I did.  He was so romantic.  I think he liked me; he gazed into my eyes a lot.  He always had his arm around me or held my hand.  He’s one of those touchy-feely kind of men; all the while being a perfect gentleman.  I didn’t want to seem pushy by pressing him for personal stuff.  I thought he’d bring something up before the night was over.  When we were at my door, I didn’t have the nerve.  Deep inside I hoped he’d show up at the airport to see us off.  He asked about our flight schedule.”

“Maybe he planned to be there, but something detained him.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Didn’t he ask you anything about where you lived or how to reach you?”

“He asked a little about how I knew Maggi and if we worked together on a daily basis.  I told him that she disappears to write.  I thought maybe if he knew I’d be alone, he’d want to contact me.”

“Did you tell him you’d be alone or with Maggi?”

“I’m not sure.  I don’t remember what I told him.”

“You nut.  Hey, I’ve gotta run.  Let me know if he finds you.”

Maggi and the dogs arrived at the cabin just as the sun was setting.  The sky glowed the most beautiful shades of orange and pink.  The dogs bounced at her feet while she leaned back against her car to take in as much of the sky as she could before she moved her things into the cabin.  The dogs busied themselves with noses to the ground, totally unaware of the breathtaking sight above them. 

After the car was unloaded, Maggi unpacked all of the food, both hers and the dogs.  She gave each of them a treat then plopped down on the bed to soak in the silence.  Bridgette nudged her, gently waking her.  She was surprised to see total darkness.  She must have been more tired than she thought.  She turned on the lamp to check her watch.  It was ten in the evening.  The dogs were hungry and needed to be let out.  When she went to unlock the door, she realized she neglected to lock it.  Glen would scold her if he knew how careless she was after his warning. 

She unpacked a jacket then followed the dogs out of the door.  Bailey sniffed around, exploring.  Bridgette, as always, stayed at her side.  Suddenly, Bailey sounded his warning bark.  Maggi strained her eyes to see in the dark.  It was hopeless.  She had not taken time to search her bags and boxes for the flashlight she brought.  Bailey continued his barking, soon joined by Bridgette.  Maggi felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck.  She backed up to the wall of the cabin.  Having her body pressed into the prickly logs somehow made her feel safer. 

She waited in silence for the dogs to cease barking.  Finally, she called them in.  It was obvious whatever caused them to bark was not going away.  Bridgette came back immediately, but Bailey took a little more encouragement.  Once she had her fingers slipped inside of their collars, she let them guide her back.  She quickly closed the door behind her, locking all three locks.  Next, she went to the windows to test the locks.  This was probably unnecessary.  The lodge management was thorough with their security measures.  She felt the need to double check for her own peace of mind.  She was shocked to see that two of the windows were not locked.

She turned on all of the lights and closed the shutters.  She was feeling uneasy.  Maggi Morgan, the rock of courage, was having a weak moment.  She fed the dogs before sitting down to eat.  Both dogs left their dishes, dashing to the door barking.  Maggi jumped.  She told them to be quiet, but Bailey persisted.  Maybe she should have taken Glen up on his advice to bring her cell phone just this one time. 

It was time to close down the cabin for the night.  She decided to wait until morning to finish unpacking.  She set her dishes in the sink, re-checked all of the locks and prepared for bed.  She sat up, trying to read.  She realized after thirty minutes had gone by she was still on the same page and that she might as well give it up.  She turned off the lights.  The dogs jumped into bed with her.  She let them stay, since being snuggled between two large dogs gave her comfort. 

It was a long, sleepless night.  Maggi dozed off just before dawn.  With the shutters closed, the morning sun stayed away.  It was nine o’clock before the dogs woke her.  She quickly dressed and took them outdoors. 

The normally quiet surroundings, her main reason for being there, were abuzz with people.  One of the ladies from another cabin went for a walk under the stars last evening, but never returned.  An officer searching the grounds, asked, “Excuse me, ma’am, you didn’t happen to see anyone last night, did you?”

“No, I didn’t see anyone, but around ten my dogs heard something over there.”  Maggi pointed to the wooded area behind her cabin.  “They didn’t want to stop barking.” 

“Thank you,” he said, as he walked in that direction.

Her eyes followed him until he totally disappeared into the brush. 

She turned her attention to the man talking with the police officers.  He appeared quite shaken.  He must be her husband, she thought. 

The sound of a voice coming from behind her cabin sent everyone scrambling.

“I found her, over here!”

Maggi and the dogs followed the group of people in the direction of the voice.  There on the ground lay the body of a woman in her early forties.  The two policemen were discussing their find and calling it in when the man rushed to his wife.  He dropped to his knees to cradle her limp body in his arms.  He sobbed.  It all happened too quickly or the police would have stopped him from approaching the scene and disturbing the evidence.  The best they could do now was to escort him away until they could take photos and secure the area.

Maggi knew that the dogs must have heard what went on last night.  She wondered if she could have done something to prevent the death of that poor woman. 

She was surprised how relaxed the police were about the crime scene in the beginning.  She had worked with Glen enough to know they screwed up procedure.  The first suspect would be the husband.  Now his footprints will be at the scene, as well as soil on his shoes, to match the spot where his wife’s body was found.  Was he distraught or covering his tracks?  Maggi’s mind worked like a detective from having written numerous murder mystery novels.

She was dying to know all of the details.  She had the urge to interrogate the husband herself.  If this crime had happened in Denver with her this close to it, she would have begged Glen, making his life miserable until he would give her details. 

Instead of writing that day she hung out at the lodge lobby.  She wanted to watch people while listening to their conversations, to memorize every detail.  There might be something she could use in one of her books. 

The facts were not out.  There was speculation that the husband did it.  Others said they heard he did not arrive until this morning.  He spoke to her on the phone last night before her walk and he was to join her here for breakfast.  When she was not in the cabin, he noticed it looked as though there had been a struggle, so he called the police.

Maggi pretended to read the paper as she watched and listened.  Maybe he planned to come up this morning, but sneaked in last night and killed her.   He could have gone back down the mountain only to return this morning, the bereaved husband. 

Piecing the story together, Maggi learned they come here every year.  The management knows him well.  He made it a point to stop in and visit with them when he arrived, to check their cabin number, before going to meet his wife.  If they stayed in the same cabin the same weekend every year, why would he have to ask for the cabin number?  Had he not talked to her on the phone the night before?  Surely she would have told him if there was a change in housing arrangements. 

Guilty, she thought.  He has to be guilty.  She looked at her watch.  It was time to fix lunch and let the dogs out.  Maggi was confident she was right.  She will have Glen check it out for her when she returns.  She would not allow herself to follow the story in the newspaper; it would be too distracting for her. 

Maggi hiked the mile up the path to her cabin.  The air was cool and crisp on her skin.  Her cheeks ached ever so slightly from the chill.  Fall was her favorite time of year.  She wondered why she chose that time of the year to lock herself away indoors to write.  Why not the dead of winter or the heat of the summer?  Why ruin her favorite time of the year indoors?  Scheduling, that is why.  Deadlines have to be met.

Maggi realized this was the first time she was totally alone on the path at this time of day.  Other guests use this path to return to the lodge restaurant at mealtime.

As she approached her cabin, she searched her pockets for the keys.  She grabbed the doorknob to put the key in the lock, when the door opened.  She called to the dogs and heard them shuffling around inside.  She entered, slowly looking around.  She would never have left without locking the door.  She was always afraid someone would steal her dogs or accidentally turn them out. 

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