He'd changed benches twice, but he was still there and still keeping any eye on me. The other two were vehicles. One was directly across the street fr...m the house; a grungy white VW mini-van with tinted windows and balding tires. There were at least two people in the van and they didn't look to be in any great hurry to go anywhere. The second was a brown sedan, maybe five years old with a slightly dented rear bumper and a broken rear tail light. The windows were clear and I could see only one. Even after that, we should have almost two hours of quality video we were going to try to market.The surprise was Jasmine, their old roommate. She got out of her car warily, not sure what kind of welcome she was going to get. Lindsey was a little sharp with her greeting. “Jasmine! What are you doing slumming among normal people? Shouldn’t you be sipping champagne with your CEO in your private apartment, taking dictation or something?”She surprised us by starting to cry. Not little sniffles, but. Another man sat in a big leather chair. She recognized him. He had done business with her father and had been in their apartment numerous times. Leon acknowledged him with a simple, "Freddie." The man nodded in return, but his eyes were locked on Matilda.Leon knows the weasel! That's weird, she thought.Matilda did not like Freddie. She had not liked any of her father's associates, but she disliked this one the most. She called him the weasel because, to her, that's what he was. He was short. I couldn’t hear a word with all that racket his monster produced and simply smiled and waved back, making sure to wiggle my upper body, quite certain that I was making his day. Then he was gone again, and the only sounds were the chirping of the crickets and Kirsty’s humming. My wolf-cloud had long since been blown apart by the wind up there, and it didn’t look as if another worthwhile one would arrive soon. The silence stretched like a rubber band glued to my tummy, and I had to break it..