An FBI agent was already there talking to the desk person. He came to me and said, "You probably need to open the door in case of a fire. Only let the...law in. Tampa is coming with probably a hundred men so they'll be here in minutes."He was right, unmarked and marked cars began pulling to the curb in front of the hotel. The doorman had just opened the door when they began running inside. The FBI agent said, "Let's get organized and let's have a six man team hit every floor. I want to have two. Whenever he couldn’t get to a ball, he would call it out. We would then argue for several minutes until I realised we would probably spend the whole of our court time arguing and not be able to finish a game. He was a good player but I was better. Because of his cheating, the only time I’d managed to beat McIntyre in a tournament was when we weren’t drawn to play each other in the early rounds. From the quarterfinals onwards, we had umpires, with whom there could be no arguments. I thrashed him. ‘And coffee with cream.’ ‘You are aware that the coffee comes black, right?’ She smiled sweetly. ‘That’s why I ordered the cream.’ Ham gave her a nod and escorted Judy away. ‘You’re not really going to do it, are you?’ ‘What?’ ‘Cook her food!’ ‘Yes.’ Ham stepped into the kitchen and smiled at Amos, his head cook and the best friend he’d ever had. ‘But Amos will season it.’ Judy started to protest but she saw something in Ham’s eyes that made her stop. Amos and his crew stepped back and watched. Rob's phone buzzed in his pocket and he ducked into the nearest hidden spot to check the message. As he'd hoped, it was from Julie.He'd spent an hour or so chatting with her at the Starbucks, talking about movies, music, and a myriad of other things. He got the feeling shortly on that she was testing him.If so, he'd passed, because they traded numbers before heading home.She'd sent him several texts during the day, and the latest asked when he was getting off work. Lamenting the rotten luck, he.