“What do you have for computer-controlled access?”Rodderick pointed to Angus. “Him,” he said with a smile.“Do we want to surveil the Amelia ...hick any?” Simone asked.“She might be the one that drops reports and information to her handlers.” Rodderick pointed out.“I doubt it...” Simone replied. “From what I’ve seen, Hanna would be the one that does the information drops. Amelia is ‘the help’ in the relationship. No, let’s stick to their trips for groceries and to the mall on Saturdays and see. I wish that I could take itback. But please I am not offended, slightly flattered and a bitembarrassed myself." Do you want me to go?" Oh please no we don't want you to go. Let's have a drink, something toeat and chat and put that aside."The door bell rang again and this time I just stood and went to answerit. I was so lost in thought about what had just happened that I forgothow I was dressed. It was the food and I had to go and get cash for atip. It was not until I brought the food and. “Go on”, Mom told Dad with the calmest possible voice. With her sidestepping she had made a corridor to the left for Dad to pass. Trying to act as casual as possible Dad sneaked to safety. When he was sure he was past the range of the chain he paused to avoid any further movement or sound. Then Mom slowly began sidestepping to the left. The dog was focused like in a trance and eagerly followed in a circle as Mom moved where Dad had walked seconds before. When she had in fact passed the Dog,. ” It was different when he went to his friends Evelyn’s, there it smelled of home cooking and fresh coffee and she filled out your fishing license. * * * River Bait and Tackle was the name of her place. More a home than a store, lures and plugs, spinners and spoons all shapes and colors piled in the two front rooms. Above the cluttered cash register counter, nailed to the wall in crooked fashion was a bulletin board with Polaroid pictures of men holding dead fish. No bragging was allowed at.