“Hey Jen, how are you.” I asked.“I’m doing ok, and you?” she replied.“Just waiting on you to call.” I laughed.“Aw, how sweet. But I ha...e bad news. I have to go to dinner with my boss and some other assistants to discuss a case we are working on.” She said disappointedly.“It’s ok, I understand, you have a job to do.” I answered.“Can I come by after dinner tonight, I want to talk to you about something?” she asked.“Sure, I will be here. Let me know.”After we hung up, I started to wonder what Jen. She then hurried to the bath house behind the inn, and gratefully sank into a tub that allowed her to stretch out to her full length. She felt a little self-conscious about the man standing just outside the thick curtain that served as a door to the enclosure around her tub – one of four in the bath house – but could see from his silhouette that he faced away from the curtain with almost military discipline. She soon took an extra measure of comfort from him guarding her against prying eyes.. He was the only person in the coffee shop apart from me and both of us were sat on stools at the counter. I said good morning to him which seemed to take him by surprise but he did reply with a smile.Let me describe him first of all, he was about 55 years old, slim build, nice mustache on an attractive face, about the same height as myself at 5ft 6inches and very smartly dressed. I am British, aged 52 also of slim build, and clean shaven and I was dressed in T-shirt and trousers as is the norm. Beyond that, I didn’t move a muscle other than to breath.The instant I was ready again, everything reset – the lights went back to their previous states and all claxons went silent.Just as quickly, the team moved into the apartment and surrounded me.Once he and I knew that I had nowhere to go, Lawson put away his weapon and pulled out his cuffs. He didn’t say anything. He simply walked up to me, spun me around and put them on me.I didn’t fight him, not until after the cuffs were on. Then I.