“I wish to convey a request from my patron, Miss Ferrari-Stone.”“What can I do for your patron, then?” Nick was amused by the oddly formal lan...uage and the curious, lilting accent. He thought Tanvi had just told him that SSCS trained all their people to sound the same.“Miss Ferrari-Stone would consider it a personal favor if you would withdraw from your agreement to rent half of the Palazzo di Sette Sogni next month,” said Fenfang.“Why?” Nick asked, puzzled.“My patron has not asked me to convey. ’ His car had heated up and his fingers were wet as he keyed ‘Sarah Murdock’ into his computer. In an instant he had the husband’s name, the car registration and description but no new address. ‘Shit’ he muttered glancing up at the housing complex before him, a decent place. It cost plenty to live here. They must have jobs, good jobs. It would take some time, the usual procedures couldn’t be followed anyhow. They would find her and then she would simply… disappear for good. ***** The July. There is a chair positioned where I sat and watched, after what seemed like eternity I began to undress, jacket, shoes, trousers, and still she lightly slept, the ’T’ shirtI I pulled as all men do by dragging by the collar over my head.I knew where the equipment is stored and got out the soft cord and cuffs, and by quietly murmuring softly words of endearment those that I know she loves to hear, I was able easily to fasten her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.At last she stirred, opening her. "What are we going to do Dave?" she asked looking up at me,I pulled her too me and inhaled the fresh smell of her body, this was the question I'd been dreading, because although I knew what I wanted, I really didn't know how Mickey viewed the future, our future, if there was one!"I honestly don't know sweetheart, what do you want to do?"I could hardly here her reply she whispered it so softly, but my heart leapt as I thought I'd heard what I wanted to hear!"Say that again Mickey, I didn't hear.