Long and silver, the edges gleaming in the lantern light. “No, not with magic like that wreathing you. You are no farmer with pigshit beneath his fi...gernails. Who are you?”“I was just out for a stroll and thought I'd poke around in your tent,” I grinned, rising and shifting the dagger from my left to my right hand. “See what I could find.”“With shadows bent around you to conceal you?” Rage burned across the man's face.My concealment didn't matter in such tight confines. Up close, he could see. ”“Yes, very charming.” I thought this was getting a little out of hand. Rodrigo, now Mr. Jeff Collins. “What time do you think you will be back?” I asked, hoping Mom would state a reasonable amount of time to have dinner and then return to our room.Mom did nothing to relieve my anxiety, “I don’t know, Honey. It may be quite late.”Shit. All I could think was they had planned, or Mom was hoping for more than dinner.Around five o’clock, we headed back to our room. Mom took a few items from her. I thanked her and she returned to her office and presumably resumed her nap.Checking the layout of the motel, it was easier to leave the car where it was and get just the essentials and take them to my room through the front lobby. One quick chilly trip, and I was setting up in a modest room and relaxing in my alternate safe haven for the night. I confirmed that the tv was only capable of showing 'no signal' blue screens, and my laptop couldn't find any wireless connections, so I sat on the bed. What's next?" I answered."I need to do a final check before you go upstairs for your procedure. This is Doctor Fletcher, your anesthesiologist," Doctor High explained. He introduced me and my mother to Doctor Fletcher. Doctor Fletcher asked me and Mom a series of questions about allergies and drug reactions. We explained that I had never had any problem in the past. Doctor High examined my knee while Doctor Fletcher talked.Doctor High smiled when he was finished. "Everything looks fine, Kyle..