What do I do?”They sat in silence, licking their third ice creams of the night. Cat’s eyes widened and she said, “You can stay with me! I’ll g...t you up early and you can go home, climb in through Tori’s window after she goes to the bathroom to get ready for school and your Dad will never know.”“Cat, that’s brilliant!”“I’m sorry?” Cat replied.* * *Cat led Trina into the Valentine home. She started to head upstairs to her room. “Shush, remember, be quiet, Trina.”Trina whispered her reply, “Why?. She was straining to see because the room was still very dark, but she definitely saw me laying there. "Sam," she said in a very low voice."Yes, Wendy, it's me," I answered."What are you doing still up this late?" she asked inquisitively. "Oh, I just dozed off," I answered. "I was watching TV."Just then I noticed that she wasn't looking directly at me. She was looking just passed me at something. I turned to see what she was looking at. Damn, I thought, she was looking at my laptop, and since I. She flashed me another smile, and walked me to the front door. She asked if I knew the address of the club she had suggested. I did. I had been there a couple of times with my wife. It wasn't conducive to a business meeting, and that made me even more certain that she wasn't interested in business. Her business was personal. I knew that and still I had agreed to meet her there.I drove to my office, wondering what in the world I was doing. There was no reason for me to be doing this. I wasn't. There were four of us in total.My three companions were a motley crew and I trusted them all with my life and limb. The dark-skinned tall one was called simply Mister Green. He was actually half Mohawk Indian and had been in several battles of the French and Indian war on the side of the French. His opinion of the French is not repeatable in this account because it is most demeaning and crude in many respects. He was a “silent” killer with a pair of sharp tomahawks under his leather jacket.