You better rest a bit, because I might ask you to prove you love me - in bed and, if I do, then you had better deliver. Before you go though…” Sea... didn’t see it coming. He had no idea that his wife could hit so hard. After Sean left the house Alice came into the kitchen. “I heard that. I really expected you to slap me. In fact, I almost wish you had.” “I nearly did Al. But it’s out of my system now; though I don’t guarantee Sean might not suffer a bit more pain before the day is out. No!. So one night I 'm in this neighborhoodbar in the centre of Amsterdam when a girl sat herself next to me. Long brown hair, black rimmed glasses. The girl nextdoor, but that special girl nextdoor.Miniskirt in Scottish design, a tiny top with ample breasts, nipples rimming the purple cotton.Said she was a Canadian tourist, would I like another beer.I have nothing against Canadian tourists and even less against another beer. So we are sitting in this corner really liking eachother, but as my hand. Shes on her feet and so am I, but neither of us is close enough to the gun. Mentally I kick myself, SHE was the agent we were looking for in the club! Id been relieved, and was only looking for a good time, and now my fellow agent was back at the club looking for the assassin Id just slept with! Oh, this is too rich, were both in the same business? she laughs, but there is no humour in it, she will kill me, or I will kill her. I dont plan on dying tonight. Theres a difference, you kill people. “What’s going on? What’s happening.”Joseph was ignoring her. His eyes were on the money.Vicky could see the glint in his eye as he looked atthe wads piling up on the bed.“Joseph…”He reached down and picked up the money and startedcounting it. Vicky watched him flick through the notes.He tossed some across to Pieta, then tossed a fewbundles back on the bed.“For you…”“But… what for… what’s happening?”Her.