"Before she could work up a full head of steam, I touched speed dial ONE on my phone, placed it on 'speaker, ' and a voice answered, "Yes, Mr. Vice Pr...sident. The President is waiting for your call. I will put you right through."Charles answered immediately. "John? Hope you had a good weekend. I see that your first stop wasn't cooperative, so – Madam Director, you are relieved."Hosner, a holdover from the previous administration, was openly hostile, and typically under informed. "Mr. President,. He's awfully persistent. And I don't mind."Crazy, she was crazy. But I knew that already. I gave her an 'are you sure about this' tilt of the head and received a 'hell yeah' nod in return. So I bought into her craziness and swung the door wide."C'mon in, man. Tom, this is Marie. Marie, Tommy." I closed the door and turned back to Tommy, who was staring at Marie with frank interest and a growing trouser tent. Welcome, desert nomads.Like me, Tommy is 6 feet plus, strong and fit from daily. I could barely make out the deck on the ship, but could see the ocean a mile or two away.'Heh Georgina. Why can't I see the ship deck but can see the water over there'Georgina shook her head and swallowed her last bit of food. 'It's all to do with the fog', she told me, that indicated that she didn't really know herself.I went back to watching the ocean. I could see fog in every direction but as I peered into the translucent mist, I spotted a speck on the horizon.'Have you got the binoculars?',. "I hate you...I never want to see you again...I'll call the police...you're a bastard," were just some of the choice remarks my mom rained down on my departing back. 2:45 a.m. PARENTS BEDROOM"Where were you? Was it that bastard Parker?" Dad demanded, his hate for the man obvious. As I watched them on the grainy tape I realized that maybe dad had known what had been going on."No." Who was it then?" I don't know." You don't fucking know!" dad screamed. "Weren't your fucking eyes open?" He was in.