Chapter Eight

The next morning Jonathan had come over with the development equipment, then left.

"Well, that was quick," Sabrina commented.

"He had a few errands to run," Bosley explained.

"Well, I'd better get started. Would you like me to show you how to develop film?" Sabrina asked.

"Sure. Why not?" Bosley agreed readily.

They went into the room she improvised earlier for a dark room.

They were working quietly for a while, waiting for the pictures to come out. "There they are!" Sabrina exclaimed.

"Who?" Bosley asked, puzzled.

"Wilson and Josephs. I knew I'd seen them before."

He started to reach for the picture still in the solution.

"Don't do that," she cautioned. "It'll be dry in a few seconds. I'll finish the rest while we wait."

Soon after they were back in the living room examining the pictures.

"Where did you take these?" Bosley asked curiously.

"Century City - Santa Monica Boulevard and Avenue of the Stars," she answered thoughtfully. "I was taking candid pictures of strangers on the street. I had forgotten all about these." She put her hand to her forehead. "I knew I wasn't imagining things."

"Well, now that we know what we're up against we'll be leaving tomorrow."

"Why?"

"We have to catch them. They had to be the ones who ransacked your apartment."

"Catching them won't be easy," she warned.

"I never said that it would be easy, but we'll do it," he said confidently.

"I stand corrected." She smiled.

He looked through the pictures again. "These are very good." He stopped when he got to the one of Jonathan and Jennifer. "I know they'll want a copy of this." He turned to the next picture of her. "This is mine." He moved to put it in his wallet.

"Is it?" She teased, eyebrows rising.

"Did you change your mind?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"I was just kidding." She handed the picture over and then sighed heavily. "Back to work, I suppose."

"You don't sound too enthused," Bosley observed.

"I'll miss spending time with you. Thanks for putting up with me."

He put an arm across her shoulders. "There wasn't much to put up with. Besides, if you can put up with me, the least I can do is return the favor."

She laughed. "My pleasure."

"It doesn't have to end, you know," he pointed out.

"I know, but it won't be the same."

He kissed her on the forehead, knowing exactly how she felt...

Her eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.

"You act like I'm never going to see you again."

"You know that's not true," he chided gently.

"I know, but it still sounds that way."

"I'll miss you, too," he admitted softly, hugging her. They were becoming too morose.

"You want to play a farewell game of scrabble before we leave?"

"Scrabble?" She asked in surprise.

"I packed it before we left. You up to it?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Good. I might even beat you this time."

"You think so?" She said, accepting the challenge.

"You never know. There's a first time for everything."

"That's true."

He went over and got the game out of his room.

About three hours later Jonathan called.

Bosley answered the telephone. "Hello?"

"Jonathan Hart here."

"I was just thinking of you. We'll be leaving in the morning."

"What time?"

"About ten. Why?"

"How would you like to come over and have a farewell breakfast with us?" "Are you sure it's not an inconvenience?"

"Not at all. I was calling to invite you over to brunch, but since you're leaving - you're more than welcome."

"All right, then."

"Good. What are you doing?"

"Playing scrabble."

"I'm sorry I interrupted."

"I'm not. She's beating the pants off me."

He laughed. "Remind me never to play her. What do you know, brains and looks, too."

"Don't let Jennifer hear you," Bosley cautioned.

"Don't worry. She knows where my heart is," Jonathan stated affectionately.

"What time do you want us to come over tomorrow?"

"Oh, around 8:30, I guess."

"Okay. We'll see you in the morning." He hung up the telephone and sat back down.

"Who was it?" Sabrina asked.

"We've been invited to the Hart's tomorrow for a farewell breakfast." He looked at his watch. "We'd better get to bed early. Otherwise we'll fall asleep tomorrow."

"You're just saying that because you're losing," she accused.

"Of course I am. You've already won."

"Not yet."

"What do you want to do, massacre me?" He retorted.

She smiled evilly. "Yes."

He leaned back in his chair and glared at her.

She laughed. "Don't be like that, Bos."

"I can't believe you're so cold blooded. It's only a game."

She started to pack the game away, chuckling. "Satisfied?"

"For now."

She laughed again, stood up, and kissed him on the cheek. "See you in the morning." She went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

The next morning they were just finishing breakfast at the Hart's.

Jonathan and Jennifer were going over the pictures.

"These are marvelous!" Jennifer exclaimed. "They look as if they were done by a professional."

"Thank you," Sabrina said modestly.

"Very good," Jonathan agreed. "Are you sure you didn't take them to a developer?"

"Positive," Sabrina replied.

"I'm her witness," Bosley added.

"Do you have to leave so soon?" Jennifer queried.

"Yes," Bosley replied. "Now that we know it was Wilson and Josephs who was after Sabrina, it should be easy to catch them. Besides, they did rob a bank."

"They sound dangerous," Jonathan remarked. "Are you sure you can handle them?" He was starting to get the idea that maybe he should get involved.

"We've handled worse. Right, Bri?" Bosley promised.

"Well, if you need help just give us a call," Jennifer offered.

"I'll keep you in mind," Bosley said.

"Maybe sometime after the case is solved we could come back for a visit," Sabrina suggested tentatively.

"Definitely," Jonathan agreed. "You can bring your co-workers with you."

"He likes pretty girls," Jennifer commented.

"I'm married to the prettiest girl," he corrected, looking deep into her eyes.

They stole a quick kiss.

Jonathan turned back to Bosley and Sabrina. "Bring Charlie, too."

"Fat chance," Sabrina muttered.

Bosley looked at Jonathan suspiciously.

Jonathan threw up his hands in surrender quickly. "It never hurts to ask," he said innocently.

Bosley stood up. "We really do have to go now."

Everyone stood up as well.

"It's been a pleasure meeting you," Sabrina said, shaking hands all around.

"Likewise," Jonathan said. "You're always welcome." He turned to Bosley. "At least she is."

"We look forward to seeing both of you again," Jennifer corrected. "Don't be strangers." Bosley and Sabrina left.

"What do you think of them?" Jonathan asked after they'd gone.

"They're very nice," Jennifer answered. "I hope they do come back for another visit."

"So do I." He took her arm and led her towards the stairs. "In fact, John and I were discussing an interesting lunch idea."

"Jonathan, we just ate breakfast," she protested in confusion..

"I know, but we'll need to get a few things set up before then," he said mysteriously.

They walked slowly up the stairs.

"Come on," he said. "I'll show you upstairs. By the way, where's Max?"

Jennifer looked around. "I think he's in the garage."

"Good."

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