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him. If he was hiding out, he hoped the feds could
find him and put him in custody or something, until they got enough
evidence against the company to bring them down. They needed to
know he was missing at any rate.
     
    If Jazzie went to the company on her own,
and stirred things up, she could not only blow the feds case, she
could get herself hurt. Maybe that would be incentive for Glen to
help him stop her. Beau hoped so anyway, because he was stuck here
until Wednesday, unless something changed.
     
    ***
     
    Jazzie felt like she'd been traveling for a
week. After two delays in Los Angeles, she was so glad to finally
be in Dallas, she was tempted to get down and kiss the ground when
the door of the plane opened. She was sitting on the edge of her
seat with her hand on the seatbelt buckle, with her purse in her
lap, ready to bolt for the door, as soon as they made it to the
terminal building. Thank goodness she was in first class and had an
aisle seat.
     
    With every hour it had taken her to get back
to Dallas, her worry for her brother Frankie had increased. That
company he worked for was going to give her answers. The first
thing she planned to do though was talk to his roommate, friend and
co-worker, Charlie, who had called her mom. He seemed to at least
have some answers, maybe if she asked the right questions, he could
give her more.
     
    Jazzie had called her brother Carlos from
L.A. and asked him to pick her up here, since she didn't own a car,
and didn't want to pay for a cab ride. She'd called him back twice
when she'd been delayed, and had only gotten his voice mail, so she
hoped he picked up the messages, and would be downstairs
waiting.
     
    After making her way down to baggage claim,
Jazzie pushed her way through the crowd so she could get close to
the conveyor and wait...again. Thirty minutes later, Jazzie
struggled to pull her huge overstuffed suitcase off the conveyor
belt and ran along side it tugging. She only had a second before it
went through the chute again and would have to wait for it to come
back around. The big bag had her so off balance, she felt like she
might wind up on the belt herself.
     
    Suddenly a muscular arm reached around her
and lifted the bag as if it weight five pounds, and she was pulled
along with it, because she had such a tight grip on the handle. The
forward momentum sent her crashing into her suitcase savior, and
they both went down, with her on top of him and her suitcase thrown
to the side. Pushing her hair back from her face so she could see,
Jazzie looked down into the laughing sapphire gaze of Chase
Rhodes.
     
    "Hello, darlin'" he said in a low rumble
then chuckled and teased, "I think I'm falling for you."
     
    "Don't do that, I've got a lot of baggage ," she teased back then pushed up off of him, and
said, "Thanks for saving my suitcase."
     
    "I was more worried about you winding up on
that belt, than saving your suitcase," he laughed then stood and
brushed off his mighty fine butt. Jazzie's eyes followed his hands
there, and she surely liked the view.
     
    "Well, thanks for saving me then,"
she said looking up into his eyes, then huffed out a breath then
added, "You came back early too?" A fleeting memory of him telling
her on the beach that he was coming back tonight passed through her
mind.
     
    "I never planned to stay the whole
week...I've got some hot wells I need to check on," he told her,
then asked, "Why'd you come back early?"
     
    "Family emergency," she told him and
frowned, then righted her suitcase and jerked up the handle
extension.
     
    "Oh, gosh...if there's anything I can do to
help, let me know..." he said with concern in his voice.
     
    "You know a good private investigator?" she
asked. Jazzie had been thinking about it, and she was sure because
Frankie was an adult, she wasn't going to get much help from the
police.
     
    "Private Inv--what's up, honey?" Chase asked
in a lowered voice.
     
    "My brother was working for a company in
Austin, his first