He tried to force me. Neither he nor his bodyguards were ever found. I have said that I am not a murderer. I never said I wasn’t a killer. That nigh... I had fed without regret. Myron and I began to see each other. Even if it was just stopping by my office when he came to Saigon, I looked forward to any time I got to spend with him. We went out several times, to eat, to shop, just to wander the streets of Saigon. One unforgettable night we went to a wonderful French restaurant. Previously I had. Danny was an accountant and hated this time of year. He would be in despatch and was the only packer who would not forsake his suit and tie, much to everyone's amusement.I didn't mind the Christmas rush. It kept me busy at a time when my calling was an interruption to my customers. My sister usually invited me for Christmas, which was not much fun as she would bring our conversation round to what went wrong in my marriage. A subject that I tried to avoid as assiduously as she would try to talk. This one wasn’t born out of fear or anger, but excitement and confusion.“Thanks,” she replied, taking a seat. “Now then, if I’m not mistaken, it looks like you just arrived, am I right?”“Yeah, pretty obvious,” he said with a laugh, seeing his bags on the floor next to him.“Well, this is far from my first visit to this part of the world, so allow me to welcome you to Cancún, stranger.”“T-thanks.”Giggling, she asked, “So, are you gonna tell me your name, or do you just want me to call you. You got there just in time. They were really creeping me out.”“I’m glad I did, Laura. Now, let’s grab some dinner. I’ve been looking forward to this night all week.”We were seated and placed our order. We each sipped our drinks and talked about our week. We were almost done eating when Laura’s phone rang, and she said it was her boyfriend. I got up and motioned that I would refill our drinks to give her some privacy for her phone call. By the time I got our drinks and sat back down beside.