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appointment.”
    He looked perplexed. “Why can’t I live in a motel? Was that in those conditions you read me?”
    â€œNo,” Carolyn said. “It doesn’t have to be. Certain things fall into the area of judgment—my judgment. I suggest you look for an apartment. If you live in a hotel, your money will run out and you’ll end up on the street.” She started gathering her paperwork to leave. The interview with the victim on the Sandoval rape case was scheduled for four, and Carolyn had agreed to drive to the woman’s house as a courtesy. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost three. “When you call in later today, leave the phone number of the motel, as well as your room number. As soon as you secure a permanent address, you need to notify me. The same holds true as to your employment. I have to know where you are and what you’re doing at all times. You can’t quit your job, move, or leave town without my permission.”
    â€œBeing on parole is almost the same as being in prison,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “Prison might even be better. At least they feed you and give you a place to stay. I even had my own lab so I could work.”
    Carolyn scribbled Seagull Motel in his file. If he didn’t report in, she would know where to start searching. She looked up when she heard him say something about a lab. “What did you mean, you had your own lab?”
    â€œOh,” Daniel told her, “the warden let me convert a storage room into a makeshift lab.”
    Sure, Carolyn thought. The man was a raving lunatic. Now he’d spent the past twenty-three years doing physics in his own lab. No prison she’d ever heard of would set an inmate loose in a lab.
    â€œI’ll see you tomorrow night at five-thirty. Don’t forget to leave word where you’re staying.” Carolyn wanted to call the hospital and check on Luisa Cortez’s condition. She wondered what terrible crimes Daniel Metroix might be capable of committing. Fast Eddie had been a wake-up call. She would do everything in her power to keep it from happening again. If one of her people slipped so much as an inch, she’d have a warrant issued for his arrest.
    Daniel fixed her with an icy gaze. “As long as I’m on parole, you basically own me. Isn’t that what this is all about?”
    â€œYou got it,” Carolyn told him. “Sweet, huh? I’d rather own a puppy. Stay out of trouble for the next three years and you’ll be home free.”

Chapter 3
    A handsome young man with long blond hair dropped down on one knee beside Carolyn’s desk before the start of her Criminal Law and Procedure class Monday evening.
    â€œA friend of mine is having a party Saturday night,” David Reynolds said, grinning flirtatiously. “Why don’t you come along? If the party’s a dud, we can split and go to my place.”
    Carolyn turned around to make certain no one was listening. She made it a habit to sit in the front row, believing she learned more when she maintained eye contact with the professor. She wasn’t a note taker. Listening served her better. David sat directly across from her. Most of the class went for the seats in the back, making it easier for them to finish assignments or find answers to questions on their computers. She asked, “How old are you?”
    â€œThirty-one,” David said, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “What difference does it make? Age is only a number.”
    â€œWe had this same discussion last week,” Carolyn told him. “You only look a few years older than my son. If you’re thirty-one, I’m twelve.”
    â€œYou’re making a mistake,” he whispered, seeing the professor entering the room. “I know how to have fun.”
    David had transferred in from UCLA Law for the spring quarter. Ventura College of Law was basically a cram school,