The footsteps passed by her hiding place, and she could see John's dark pants pass by the hole. He kept going, walking towards the corner. Where would...he go? Would he continue his search through the neighborhood? Or would some clue lead him back to her house? She didn't want to stretch up and peek over the hedge until she'd given him a good amount of time to be on his way.The front door opened and Ben poked his head out. "Chloe!" he called in a low whisper.Chloe flinched. She carefully eased. Even if Robles was the Russian’s guy inside the Marshal Service, I hadn’t given up enough information to find Renata at the hotel where we were staying. My only guess was either they knew enough to be watching the reporter, which seemed like an extreme long shot, or Renata called someone and said something that lead them back to her. That also didn’t seem likely. She clearly understood the danger we were under.There was also the fact that no one showed up for our meet. It was obvious the. "Being a person who installed computers with programmes that businessesneeded, and his wife being computer illiterate, he had set up their bankaccounts on line and he was the one that kept an eye on them. It was awhile later that he noticed when large cheques were being deposited inhis wife's account, sums of money greater than she could ever earn as acarer, a profession notoriously underpaid. He was also aware of herincreasingly working late at night and coming home exhausted. When. She would start to get twitchy and she would want to have some extra fun. After all our years together I could read the signs, so by Thursday night I got our contact book out looking for some likely names."What do you want to do this weekend?" I asked."Could we go up to London for a change," she said, "what his name, you know, lives in Ealing." Ron," I said and quickly looked him up. Ron is well built guy, now divorced, Bella had a good time with him last time. I tried to remember what.