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One year later . . .

Safe to say, Jake had never set foot in a joint like Anew Beginning. But then again, this was a new beginning since he and Molly ditched Frisco for good. Here they were shopping for a second-hand perambulator.

"Jogging stroller," Molly corrected him gently.

"Whatever you say, doll."

After the dust-up at Osmosis, Jake leveled with Molly and told her that her father had hired him. But now he knew the real story and wasn't interested in the man's money anymore. He was interested in her.

Molly told Jake how she'd saved up enough money singing with her band and that she didn't need her daddy's money anymore. She had made a new life in the North Bay, and the only part missing was someone like Jake to share it with. Someone exactly like Jake.

In no time, Jake had handed in the keys to his dingy apartment in the city's Excelsior district and found a sweet little two-bedroom in Santa Rosa. Turns out there was plenty of work for a private dick north of the Golden Gate. Those marijuana growers are a paranoid bunch.

Six months later, Jake and Molly got married on the steps of City Hall.

After leaving the baby consignment shop in Napa, they were off to Mt. St. Helena for a hike. A long hike. A former city boy, Jake was still trying to get used to Molly's love for the fresh air and all.

Huffing and puffing as they neared the top of the trail, Molly stopped. "Look! I think I see San Francisco."

Jake looked into the distance where Molly was looking, then turned his gaze to his beautiful wife and her swelling belly.

"San Francisco? Who needs it. I've got everything I need right here."

The End