Another man enters, handing him a folder.You don't know what it contains but are sure it is about you. Your government taught you tricky American way... they will get you to talk. He flips through some pages, everything clipped to the one side of the folder. You catch a glimpse of your picture, but the hand writing may have been Greek to you. He hands the folder back to the man as he leaves the room and locks the door behind him. He holds a picture of you with and another man in uniform.You. Beads of sweat fell upon the crucifix and were scattered away like so many tears wept by the carved figure thereon.She was, without doubt, an angel. Everyone agreed. No one remembered such a lovely creature who combined the qualities of grace, intelligence, charm, and sweet disposition in one so young. Such a pity, they said, that she was so lowly born. Surely she had a father, but who that might be was lost to memory. Even her mother, who served in the Priest's household as cook and scullery. It never occurred to me that the assassination attempts were really directed at me and not Claudia because I had put all the ugly business about the research lab out of my mind.Jolly and I left the town house and went on a tour cruise on the river with all of the other tourists bundled up against the elements. I explained it all to Jolly and he was a bit mystified about the entire "twin sister" thing looking at me with a different expression on his face. I knew that his immediate suspicion was. Let’s just say the Hooter’s girls can go home right away. She was beautiful, with long wavy black hair and dark brown eyes, a big white smile and a petite body that screamed “fuck me!” “Are you with the Johnson party?” she asked, seemingly surprised to see me there. “No, I just came in for a beer.” I responded, “Is there a problem?” “Damn, I must have forgotten to lock the front door,” she replied, sighing, “There’s a private party on tonight. Maybe you can help me out.” Normally I would.