Joanne Benson hurried from the kitchen and headed for the den to kiss her husband good-bye. She reached the foyer when the phone rang. Habit made her pick it up. Before she could speak, she heard her husband's familiar voice say hello. <br>"Hello, Mr. Benson," a voice she didn't recognize said. She held on for a moment, her curiosity piqued. <br>"I'm leaving in a few minutes, Darin," Brad Benson said. "You'll be ready?" <br>"I'm in place, Mr. Benson. I'm outside your house." <br>"Good," Brad said, feeling better. <br>"Your wife will have me on her tail for the rest of the week. There won't be a thing she'll do that I won't know about." <br>"I'll expect it all in your report when I come back from New York. Who she talks to, where she goes, everything." <br>"That's what you're paying me for," the strange voice said. <br>