I plugged sent the guy a page from Joe's phone, and waited. He calls back promptly and I tell him the situation. He says that's great but *did I want*...to come bring it to his house. Sure, I told him. I said goodbye to Joe, who was unusually smiley, and drove my old van out to address the guy's house.I knocked on the door, intending to just hand him the jacket. He answered the door wearing a t-shirt and some old nylon gym shorts. He was at least two inches taller than me, lean and muscular --. ”I reached my hand across the console and squeezed his. It was supposed to mean something. I think he realized it because he turned and smiled at me.“Where do we go from here?” he asked.“Well, you’re supposed to be taking me to Cindy’s, last time I thought about it.”“Oh, yeah ... We need to eat, though.”“Next intersection that has restaurants, choose something,” I said.“No, you choose.”“Whatever. You’re gonna argue, then I’ll choose. Not like there are a lot of choices.”Actually, there were a. She steeled herself for the impact and felt metal grind against earth, glass shards shattering around her, the force of the crash throwing her into the leather seat behind her, ultimately protecting her from everything that came through the unguarded windshields. And then silence prevailed, as the shifting wreck settled, like a great beast breathing its last labored breath. She sat up, her heart thundering against her chest and she slipped two fingers to the pilot’s throat. She found no pulse. "Alright Frankie... Are youhappy? Can we get on with it now? I have to report back to HQ in no morethan an hour time" the petite lady officer said in an even deeper tone.Maggie could tell that the false Le Blanc sounded even older than thefalse Brenda in spite of the age of their phony personas."Yeah, Frank... We're wasting a lot of time here," 'Brenda' saidsarcastically quoting the same line she had received from the teamleader."That was why I've sent him to be suited while we toy around with.