Paying me one million dollars was a lot of money."She laughed and said, "I already know almost everything about you. You'rea thief who will kill when...necessary, and you will also work as a hit man.You hated killing my daughter, and tried to save her when you could haveescaped. That is the only reason you still exist."I chewed on that for a while, and then asked, "Am I hallucinating this,somehow (I'd been known to do a little LSD, or some Mushrooms, when I wasin my home, which no one knew. "Everyone laughed at that. Garrett's units had always been several miles away from home and he still hadn't told anyone his rank or job so they all thought he was some mid-level sergeant milking the teat for all he could.Two more years and another election was on the horizon. This time one of Garrett's friends, a state Senator, was running for governor. He and Garrett were sitting in a small bar near the capitol one evening discussing the election when the friend said, "I think I can win this. You pull a steaming hot home cooked meal from your bag, telling her to eat. You notice as you continue walking that the state of the neighborhood is changing. The snow is melted in places where people have built fires in desperate attempt to keep warm. Children dodge into alleys, avoiding you. One child throws his gift back into your face, screaming at you. “YOU ABANDONED US!” You blink, frowning at him, trying to explain that you just got caught up in other things. He ignores you, turning. .. you know... I don‘t know... don‘t you think it‘s somehow over? She‘s in another country, another continent even... It‘s time for you to... well... move the fuck on.”An unknown voice interrupt your discussion. A sultry, very clear female voice. “Are you guys talking about me, heh?” Before you lift your head you already know that this sensuous voice can only belong to the black-haired angel from the bar. Tall and curvy like an Amazon she strides to your table. Her graceful movements almost.