"Oh excuse me, Mr. James," she said in a familiar voice. "I know I shouldn't have dropped in unexpectedly." Not at all ... Mrs. Ibarra?" I ended in a ...uestion, though I had little doubt of her identity."Please, its Edwina," she reminded me."Of course, please come in!" I stepped aside and waived her in. "I was expecting the technician for the internet company to be coming by. When the doorbell rang, I thought you were him." Well, I won't stay long," she said, which was when I noticed the. Real simple assignment, but it was much easier to shoot a man ten feet away, than to cut his throat. When you cut his throat you could smell him and even smell the fear as his blood drained out.My choice would be for him to run away, when he saw Karl, Mickey and The Brit hit the door. I knew even after they hit the door I couldn't let him get behind them. I stopped and bought a slutty outfit at Kmart. I was going to ask, but I doubted they would say slutty outfits on aisle three.I bought a fake. I beat myself up every time I see a beautful lady in the street ormy neighbour who I think maybe a lesbian, or my own daughter. The things Idesire so much but cant't bring myself to try and get closer to in anintimate way. I sometimes think I am going mad, some of the fantasies Ihave get so extreme, I have no one to talk to about this apart from yourgood self and a few others here in cyber space. I really value that believeme, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, if it wasn't for you. I’m going upstairs.”“What am I looking for?” I asked.“You’ll know it if you see it. Just wait here.”I’d know it if I see it? I thought back to the diner and realized that I’d known instantly when I saw the other guy’s cover. I stood in the light snow, my fedora pulled down low, and my hands in my pockets. I chuckled to myself because I realized this is how Enzo the Baker from The Godfather likely felt when he was outside the hospital where Don Corleone was after he’d been shot.I stood quietly.