The look was a mixture of fear and loathing and Gavin guessed she had put two and two together and come up with ten."Fi, it's not what it looks like,"...he stammered."What does it look like, Gavin? It looks like my brother is a rapist or at the very least someone who gets off on the idea of rape," she said, her voice cold."Fi, I can explain," he replied."Oh, this I've got to hear," said Fiona.Gavin desperately tried to think up a plausible explanation for the cuttings."I'm waiting, Bro," she. "Oh good then you must be the operative?" Hisspeech garbled by food chew. "Why yes, I am. You may call me Chloe," sheresponded and extended her hand meekly towards the man, then retractingit back quickly to realize her hand was a bit greasy-dang it that willneed to cleaned on the way back. "Ah but Chloe isn't your actual name isit, Operative Changeling M correct?" the taller cloaked fellow spoke up,in a low and gruff monotone manner. "Right you are good sir, but anAgency member never reveals. Some have my sister, some with my husband. And plenty more with friends.”“Wow!”“Oh, don’t forget to friend my husband, Tom.”“Oh, thanks! I will.”I’m noticing a lot of the friend requests are being accepted, and there’s some action in the feed. Let’s see ... one from a young man, I’m guessing around thirty, stripping out in a park. Damn, that’s a nice sausage! He even has a nice picture of his ass up there. There’s another from an older woman who is pictured with a blouse, but nothing else. She. Majors called me and I rejoined her. Someone had brewed a fresh pot.She said, “We’re set. Go see Franklin Moss, he’s the assistant manager. Doesn’t know any details, just that you’re FBI. He won’t blab.” She stirred in another sugar, “Better not.”“Thank you.”“I don’t want to have to call in Hostage Rescue.”“You won’t.”By 2 that afternoon, Kim Rhee and I were official residents of the Kelton at Clearfork. We had scored a two-bedroom furnished apartment around the corner from Bob Randolph.I.