She scrabbled at the rock behind her, but fingers desperate for the door handle found nothing; spinning around, she moaned as she realised that the wa...l behind her had become the same rough, solid rock. She span again, unwilling to move, desperately scanning the dark space for some sign of a way out; only the way directly ahead seemed to offer refuge: a dark opening a least signified a recess in the wall. The warmth of the cave, for that was all the space could now be said to be, had continued. The journey to his home was always very secretive. I would travel in a Rolls Royce Silver cloud with darkened windows and often blindfolded. Charles always in the front seat sequestered behind a privacy partition while I sat alone in the rear seat. My instructions as to how I was to dress and behave during the ride were either left for me on the seat in a letter from Rene or sometimes related to me directly by Rene via the car phone. Upon my arrival at Rene’s Charles would depart from the. "I looked at him saying, "Oh no, no way am I going to let you do that tome! You just told me you lost four people in protection already. I'll takemy chances on my own! If and when you catch him, I will testify, but fornow I'm out of here! If you need to get in touch with me here's MissRogers number." As I wrote down Lynn phone number I said, "She will knowwhere to find me."The cop wasn't happy, as he tried to talk me out of leaving, but he knewhe couldn't hold us, and he had to let us go.Lynn. He started to panic. "Ron what the fuck have you started!" Said Jeff hysterically. Ron's simple reply was "What!" "Listen to this. CIA black ops assassin. Credited with 50 assassinations in 5 years. Mostly terrorists and dictators. Top of his class in firearms and hand to hand combat. His last missin was in Baghdad. The details are hidden behind another firewall. All I can tell is that that mission made him leave the CIA." Ron was going mad. He suddenly regretted ever meeting Jodi. "I want the.