"Care to spill the secret now." Why Mrs. Crick, aren't you as impatient as ever." he teased."If I blow you here, will you tell me?" I offered with a c...y smile."I won't tell even if you ride me." he countered."Such secrecy." I sighed.The waiter came back in with a bottle of wine. He uncorked the bottle and poured a little into a wine glass for my husband to taste. My husband nodded and the waiter placed the bottle into a bucket of ice. As he was about to leave, I asked the waiter how long would. She made her way through the old city’s narrow, winding streets and steep alleyways to park outside the Aroma Café. She glanced through the windows to see the brothers busily cleaning after the end of the breakfast rush. On the far wall, next to the autographed portrait of Luciano Pavarotti, hung her own; smiling cheekily and looking every bit the Australian supermodel that the brothers had mistaken her for. She considered paying them a visit later that afternoon for a lemon gelato.“That’ll. Most importantly of all there was a list of five questions the answers to which neither Claire or myself were allowed to give out during the timed interrogation scene. I drove up to the address as dusk was falling, feeling both nervous and slightly silly in my improvised ?ninja? costume, I slipped through the side gate to the property as instructed, hoping the neighbourhood watch were not being vigilant, a black clad figure with his head and face wrapped in a black scarf skulking through a side. "Wouldn't it be great to have a rig like this for every tripe we take?"Nadia smirked.For a while we sat in the living room area, talked about what might happen later, and watched the scenery. Then Nadia and Vivian fell into a tirade of girl talk. I sat up with Rudy, the driver, for a while, then I went in back and tried the bed. Somehow I fell asleep, which was just as well. After all, I'd gotten up early and it was going to be a long day.When I woke, Vivian was sleeping next to me. Fully.