" Nah, I don't think so. I'll have all the pictures in folders and you can do the standard proof thing with them. If I need anything else, I'll call o... leave you a note. Oh, almost forgot. I picked up a cell phone for you. I'll charge it overnight and get a number for it in the morning and leave it here for you. No problem." That's right. No, we haven't talked about it yet. I know what she was talking about and there's nothing to get upset about. I'll call you later after we've had a chance to. I'll tell you what we have in common, if you will simply identify someone for me." Carson looked down as the man placed a photograph in his lap. It showed Carson and Cal Swinford. Carson instantly realized from this that he was himself under surveillance; this was just the type of photo he and his own team took regularly."Why should I tell you anything?" Carson asked matter-of-factly and without rancor."I'm sure that you make a good living doing what you do. It would be too bad if your all. She was watching me again and smiled as I got up. She flowed out of the chair and I could tell by her smile the wine and the hour of silence had relaxed her. I told her I needed to change, and she walked in front of me to my bedroom. She sat down on the bed, leaned back on one hand, and took a sip from her glass. She looked at me when I looked the obvious question at her."You got to watch me," she said by way of explanation. I smiled at her boldness but had to admit to myself it was only fair.. " No. I'll tell you... if I can get up the nerve, that is." What the hell... you're leaving tomorrow. You can tell me off... say anything you like." I know. And that's why I could call you and come over--I won't have to be embarrassed after." After what?" I asked."Can I sit next to you when I say this?" Sure. You'll be safe, that's for sure. You can run faster than I... if you hadn't noted." Um... I don't know how to say this," she said, looking away."Spit it out, girl. Even if I could run, I.