The living room was elegant. Marble tiled floors that matched those in the outer entryway, but with oriental-style carpets tastefully distributed arou...d the room. To Brad’s eye, they didn’t look like any cheap stuff, either. Monica had insisted on buying similar carpets for their wooden floors at home, and while they didn’t buy truly hand-made carpets, they had purchased wool and silk, high-quality factory made carpets. These in the living room looked like the same quality.But something that. John walked into the hallway to check on the person there. Ed joined him. The panther moved through the house to sit at the front door. John looked at Ed, “I guess Rover called for reinforcements.”“So where did he go?”John thought about it for a moment and then answered, “I’ll bet he went across the street to watch your house, in case anyone went over there.”“Smart cat.”There was a knock on the front door. A voice called out, “John, this is Juan Ortega. Are you alright in there?”“I’m fine. I’ll. "You no longer wish to escape, then?" Well, I would be lying if I didn't say that I'm a bit nervous, but..." I drew a breath. "No." So do you become a Salazar, or do I become a Tillotson?" Javier asked."I'm not certain that either is required," I replied. "What might be simplest is that I take on both Graciela and Estrella, allowing you to use your own quotas for other picks. However, since we have set the rules, we will continue to share them." You should then share any new selections I make. ”“Hmm.”They lapsed into silence for a few minutes while the food showed up at their table.“What about you? How’d you get in the FBI?”“I met an agent when I was in college at a competition, and she started telling me about her experiences, and it sounded interesting. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do after I got my degree, so I applied.”“Competition?”“Judo.”“Were you any good?”“I was ok. Got on the national team, that’s where I met Agent Davis. Her daughter was on the team too, although a hell.