She was mumbling something tried to find things in a kitchen. I didn’t know what to do. Keep hiding and watching or appear and start talking. I choo...e second, I don’t know why. I walked towards her.“Hi, why you don’t sleep this early in the morning?” She turned around and looked at me.“Hi, I don’t know. Next to the room I slept in was snoring guy. I don’t think I ever closed my eyes. I am almost ready to kill him. So sleepy right now. Why are you awake?”“I am morning bird. Always wake up. I spent the downtime deciding what I could do next. I read through the information packet Shelly provided. The judge had one reoccurring suspicious activity. He participated in a revolving poker game, or so he said. It was a perfect cover for a piece on the side. Any PI could have come up with that by reading the fact sheets from Shelly. Most likely they feared the wrath of Judge Armstrong. Em and I had no such fear.I wanted a listening device in his chambers, and a directional mic while. My gaze wandered around the cafes as we approached, but I wasn't interested. I was about to give up on Plan A and try to run for it when I spotted what I needed: a restroom at the end of a hall."Do you mind?" I asked him, inclining my head."Go right ahead, I'll wait here." He took up station at the payphones nearby and I managed the trip by myself.As soon as I was out of sight, I reversed directions, entering the men's room, which had an employee shortcut. I'd once gotten lost when my father. ”“I know,” she laughed. “It’s a bit surreal to me, too.”“What do we do now?”“There are a couple of rules I want to be clear on first,” she said seriously. “Rule number one is, no means no! If either partner says stop, then everything stops. Clear?”“No means no,” I repeated. “Got it.”“The second rule is to be a giving lover. Your goal is to give your partner satisfaction. Her goal is to give you satisfaction. It doesn’t work right if you’re selfish.”“Be a giving partner,” I summarized.“Very.