After a minute of massage, her hands followed suit and edged down to his cheeks. He smiled and she looked down with an embarrassed grin toward his che...t.A couple of minutes later she brought one hand around and undid the top two unopened buttons on her oxford, which left just one button still together just above the bow. She pulled the sides apart displaying a deep, perfect valley between her two large tanned breasts. Her partner appreciated the new view with a smile. The watcher recorded. The bounty hunter with that weird stare that labeled him as a trained killer came over and turned the lump over and they saw it was one of the captive white women. It looked to be the more mature one with the children back near the settlements that wouldn’t be seeing their mom ever again.“It’s the Simpson woman, boss-man. They only have four hostages left now and I wouldn’t give a plugged nickel for any of them making it home for Christmas.”The Indians kept their eyes on the horizon watching. ”Nick considered that, then nodded. “I assume what you want to ask me is on his behalf?”“Yes. He called me and asked me to facilitate a meeting between the two of you,” said Shelby.There was a silence long enough that Shelby realized Nick was waiting for her to say more. Just as she did, Nick seemed to realize that was it. “I have no objection to meeting with him. I’ve met with a lot of people from Brownfield Mills. We should do it before I leave for Milan, though.”Shelby had been afraid Nick. I smiled at him and told him that I needed to leave. ‘Yes, I will have Madeline show you out. I am looking forward to working with you on this project.’ I nodded and then he summoned Madeline to escort me to the main lobby. I followed her and thanked her. I had the receptionist call for a taxi which I took to the train station. Hours later I was back in my apartment in Paris. Sitting on the balcony with a cocktail, I pondered what the summer would bring in Nice. I also thought about how I would.