"Layabouts," Julianna said immediately, having to look up to make eye contact because at five four she was forever looking up at men. "People who don't work because they don't want to. The sort who's looking for an easy fix to life's problems."

The smile made the blond's angular face attractive, and if she'd remotely been in the mood to flirt with someone thirty years her junior she would have made something of it. But the unshaven lout from before was behind her, grumbling under his breath at the can of beer in his hand. Besides, she was on the job, and being on the job meant you had to be professional.

She collected her change and the paper bag the cashier handed her, checked the watch on her other wrist. Two o'clock. Fortunately it wouldn't take much time to make her rounds in a burg like this, and she believed she'd passed a post office on her way in. If they offered mailboxes for rent, she could make a discreet check of the names attached to them.

The day had become so hot that she had to pull one of the bottles out of the bag and open it immediately. A bloody good thing she'd dressed simply today. She was going to need a cold shower where she got back to her hotel as it was.

"You must be a student of some sort," she remarked lightly when the blond man also exited the store. "You look about the age of some of my students."