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.Besides, I had to pee and could do so in the darkened arroyo behind our property.I took a small flashlight out of the glove compartment and walked the short distance down the street, turned right, and hugged the high cinder-block wall of the neighbor’s property, playing the light over the ground ahead of me to surprise any snakes before they surprised me.No snakes, but once I came too close to a hunting tarantula that did some threatening push-ups to scare me off, and succeeded.The yards are separated from one another by the concrete walls, but down the property lines it’s all fence made of thin wrought-iron rods.Regretting that I didn’t have a spare walking stick with me I held on to the fence for balance as I picked my way over the uneven ground until I came to our own backyard.Ran the flashlight over the ground.Everything seemed safe here, no signs of human activity in the dirt.The back of the house, seventy feet from where I stood, was dark, and I could just barely make out the back door that Carlo sometimes forgot to lock.And was that bedroom window open? How many times I’d chided him about that.Civilians have no real sense for security.I put the flashlight in my pocket, stopped to relieve myself in the dark, and stepped up on the low part of the concrete wall that was supposed to keep bobcats and coyotes from slipping under the fence.I scrambled ungracefully over.It hurt, landing on the gravel slope and skidding down to sit hard on my butt.By this time I noticed that the flashlight was overkill.The clear sky and a full moon gave the yard a monochrome feel, the trees, the walls, the gravel, the house all pale blue-gray.I was able to see well enough to move quickly past Jane’s yard art, the full-size Saint Francis statue and the stone birdbath, without knocking into any of them.A quick check of the back door to make sure it was locked and an escape out the side gate would have been easy if I hadn’t been spotted by one of the Pugs.Without my knowing, through the glass back door he (or she) had been watching me approach and now set off a barking that attracted the other Pug, who joined in.Then I saw the bedroom light go on.I ducked behind the Saint Francis statue just as the porch light went on.I didn’t dare look, only listened as keenly as I could as he opened the door, told the Pugs to stay inside in case there was a coyote out there.I glimpsed his shadow as he came to stand in the middle of the yard, making himself an easy target to whoever I might have been.It was all too much like a scene from one of the comic operas he loved.Disgusted with myself, I stood straight and stepped out from behind the statue, because keeping him safe was more important than my pride.“Jesus!” he shouted, and dropped the flashlight that he carried and, like mine, had not turned on.We both sleep in the buff, and I couldn’t help but notice he had taken on the same color as the rest of the yard, his flesh like cold gray marble in the moonlight, or like death on a slab.Another image I could do without.“Since you came out, I need to ask you for something,” I said without greeting or apology.He stared at me through the gloom, his fingers clenched at his sides, looking the kind of pissed that comes just after being startled out of your wits.My whole being wanted to rush to him, to take him in my arms and comfort him, but my pride couldn’t go quite that far.He would push me away, had already cut himself off from me, I could feel it.Keeping my voice as level as possible, with the tone you use when you’re giving directions to a motorist, I said, “Give up the evening walk for now.Keep the doors locked and windows closed.If the Pugs bark, don’t come out of the house like this.Stay inside.Don’t even raise a blind to look out a window.If someone you don’t recognize comes to the door during the day, don’t answer.”“Enough melodrama!” He threw his hands up in the air as if finally he’d had enough.“This is crazy, and ever since, since that day you said you fell, you’ve been behaving like some character in a Mike Hammer novel.”That stung, especially coming from the man I had loved, but I understood his anger.I said, “You may be in danger.I don’t mean to sound dramatic, but serious danger.I don’t know how else to tell you that and I don’t have time right now to work on it.”“How long?” he asked.“I don’t know.I have to find someone who I think has been kidnapped.I’m the only one who believes that, and if I stop looking for her she could die.She disappeared three days ago, so if she’s not dead already I’m thinking she’s got less than twenty-four hours.That’s the only truth I can care about at the moment, Carlo.Go back inside now.”He bent over to pick up the flashlight and raised it as if he would hit me with it, then he got control.“You think that’s it?”Now it was my turn to just stare, waiting for more.He tried to speak with the same level tone as I, and nearly succeeded.“You think you can just come here, give me a cryptic warning, and leave? 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